They went for a long bicycle ride in the morning. They rode along the East Cliff – about the same as the West. They went through towns and rode for miles through woods filled with rhododendron. They went through Christchurch and then to Ringwood – no trees just moors. Heather everywhere. Lunch in Ringwood. When they got back they went down to the beach where she “made an easy pick-up” – Stewart Plantagenet Bishop, a commercial traveler. He and his pal were fast workers. They had a silly time fooling around. My mother writes that it was very good that they were going to France that evening for the boys/men were too fast for Lib and herself.
After dinner they took the train to Southampton and left on the boat to France at 11;15 p.m.
Christchurch town
Christchu
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Ringwood town
