After breakfast they went to American Express and joined the tour bus (full) to Versailles. Visited Malmaison, the Palace, Petit Trianon, Temple D’Amour.. Returned to Paris through St Cloud. Detailed listing of the things they saw. Napoleon and Marie Antoinette = many portraits and statues. (It sounds as if they really enjoyed it all.)
Chateau de Malmaison
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.
They were a party of seven – three English, two American, two Indian The country looked quite different – beautiful parts of Bournemouth with many trees and much shrubbery, farther out sandy moors with great treeless spaces then thick inviting woods, New Forest. Stopped at Minstead.
Got to Winchester about 1:30.. Had lunch at Dumper’s.
Winchester Cathedral awesome – described in detail.
Rode home by way of Southampton.. Saw colts and horses in the New Forest. Stopped at the Green Swan for tea. Walked Boscombe Pier.
A day spent at the beach, swimming and diving and getting a float and paddling. They met 2 boys from the South End of London. A break for lunch then back to the beach where they stayed until 6. After dinner they met the boys on the pier. Went to the Pavilion and saw White Horse Inn – a pretty and colorful musical show. Smoked inside. Both of them got badly sunburned.
They had bicycles delivered to them at their hotel and then rode to West Bournemouth. After lunch at their hotel they bicycled to Sandbanks Tea at the hotel and then to the beach for a good swim and a walk. In the evening they sat on the pier for a while and walked around the town. Sounds festive – music, people going to the movies, games of shuffleboard, a band concert, a Pavilion orchestra.
At the start of the day they were eager to see if their trick Mr. Thomas had worked. It made for much laughter at breakfast.
They were impressed by Peterborough Cathedral. The architecture is graceful though it doesn’t soar as muck as Gothic. Passed through Huntingdon and saw the birthplace of Oliver Cromwell. In Cambridge they visited King’s Cpllege Chapel. They visited Clare College and Keyes College nd Trinity College. Lunch at the Bull Hoyel. After lunch Mr. Thomas took her and Lib to Corpus Christie College.
They reached London late in the afternoon. Went to their hotel and later walked down to Lyons. Waited a long time for Lois and Mr. Thomas. Had a wonderful steak and a chocolate sundae. Went to the Regent Palace and met Dr. VanderByl and the Lewises. They all walked down to Charing Cross. After Lois sent a cablegram they walked back to the Regent Palace Hotel and had drinks in the lounge. Mr. Thomas put her and Lib on the bus and then took Lois home.
Kings College Cambridge
Regent Palace Hotel
The usual routine except there seems to be an added item – singing patriotic songs and Mr. Lewis played his flute. Saw castles, gardens. Fine trees in Sherwood Forest. Saracen Head. Newark, George Hotel in Grantham. Stamford a fascinating place with old houses, churches,and streets. Monster garden at George Hotel..
She got the farewell party started after much effort. Played Egg in the bottle, the lighthouse keeper’s daughter, I have an idea, Statues, and Murder. A few of them tried to stay up late but the porter sent them to bed. He had to lock the door. Tied Mr. Thomas’ door.- playing a trick.
Harrogate Station Square – postcard image
On the road again. From Loch Awe they went to Lochearnhead, stopped and walked around. Libby took photos of Scottish bicyclists wearing kilts. Drove through Woodsey hilly country. like the Trossachs. Saw the edge of Rob Roy country. Came down to flatter country. Stopped at Strathyre Hotel for fair lunch.
At Stirling they walked around the castle which had become a barracks. Pretty little gardens. Saw the room where Douglas was stabbed, the William Wallace Monument. Had a good tea at the Golden Lion – sandwiches, scones, cookies, cakes. Saw Allyn from the east. Stopped at the Fprth Bridge – magnificent span.
Arrived Edinburgh. Walked down Prince’s Street, attractive things in the windows , people good-looking and well dressed. Sight-seeing King Arthur’s seat. Holyrood, the Castle. Strolled back to the hotel. Played bridge and ate candy.
Old Station Hotel. Strathyre
(The days were full as they covered a lot of ground)
Sauchiehall Street Glasgow
They headed north from Glasgow up into the Highlands.
From Glasgow they went north to “Beautiful” Loch Lomond. They were traveling through wide, narrowing, steep hills – which she likens to the Lake Winnepasake area of New Hampshire. A stop for lunch and then more riding on the narrow twisting roads. Finally reached Loch Awe at 5 p.m.
She and Lib got the props and rehearsed for a play they were going to present at 9 o’clock. The play was called appropriately “Mary of Argyle”. The performance – they couldn’t remember their lines and they laughed too much = (so hard they couldn’t speak!) Afterward they played charades and other games. They couldn’t go for a walk later because the hotel had to be locked.
Nice weather today. Their first stop was in Gretna Green where she “married the blacksmith,” whom she found very funny. Beautiful rolling hills, animals – horses, cats, dogs, cows. Fairly good lunch at Dumfries. Saw Burns Mausoleum. Tea at Ayr-Station Hotel Saw Robert Burns birthplace. Saw Loch Doon. Found the monument to Burns entirely out of keeping. Very attractive gardens, more natural than English gardens. In general the Scotch scenery is more natural than the English and less neat, but the cities and houses look dirtierIn Scotland – and the children appear healthier.
She notes that Glasgow is a large busy city with fine .golf links on the edge. Stayed at the St. Enoch Hotel. She noted many men hanging about the street corners. Went window shopping, ate candy, laughed – and people stared at the 3 of them (my mother, Lib, and Lois).