Our Third Day
We spent the morning in walking to Culver Cliff – partly by the Cliff Road and partly by the sea shore. We passed through Sandown and saw Brading nestling in a gap.
Scarlet Pimpernel had its weather eye open and the promise of a fine day was fulfilled. The afternoon was spent in writing letters, after which to our regret, Miss Smith left us to return to Tottenham.
Mr Johnson kindly provided us with a picnic tea in the garden, after which we spent Evensong at St Saviour’s on the cliff. We arrived a few minutes before the time for the service to begin and Mr Bere, the Vicar and his wife greeted us very kindly and showed us round their garden overlooking the sea.
The sermon delivered by a visiting member of the N.S. was particularly interesting to us because it told us about Church Schools and provided Council Schools.
We are going to entertain the Vicar and his wife to tea on Thursday.
Our Fourth Day
This day was as wonderful as a day in June possibly could be.
In the morning we went for our first swim in the sea. Mrs Chapman and Miss Ellis came in with us and we had an enjoyable time. The swimmers went out quite a way and the non-swimmers made valiant attempts to learn.
After lunch, we started on our walk to Ventnor by way of Luccombe Chine and Bonchurch. We descended the slippery steps of the Chine and saw the little rivulets tumbling over the stones. We were unable to go to Bonchurch by way of the shore so we retraced our way through the Luccombe Chine and from thence through the Upper and Lower landslip, with its tumbled boulders and overgrown vegetation..
We entered Bonchurch – a pretty little village of low thatched cottages surrounded by trees, we walked from here through “Balaan’s Passage” and down “Jacob’s Ladder” to Ventnor.
St Boniface Down, the highest ground in the Island (737 feet high) could be seen on the right. We continued our walk to Ventnor and noticed the terraces and palms (sub-tropical vegetation). Our return to Shanklin was by tram and we arrived at Ingersley to a late tea.
“O, Traveller stay thy weary feet;
Drink of this fountain pure and sweet.
It flows for rich and poor the same,
Then go thy way, remembering still
The wayside well beneath the hill
The cup of water in His name.”
We noticed this verse above a drinking fountain. It was by Longfellow, 1868.