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                      R

Ringwood town