I have marked our passage (on a small scale) above. We climbed
marshy gullies - hunted sweet grass & fern - had snail races &c.
& finally decided to come back by the beach, so Alice ventured to "find a
my
" as Tommy does. She got
barefooted & went over all right marking the shallow line with her
umbrella. By the time we were ready the tide was so much higher
& coming in so fast we almost came to grief - but made it and
got over into the sand dunes barefooted - for a delightful loaf in
the warm sand before getting into shoes. Then such a beach! Like a floor we must have walked a mile or so down
to the Bridge, where we met Jeanette
is
very quiet, but very sweet, and proves to be a little artist of no
mean ability - we left her on the bridge with the rest- watching a
gigantic clam snail shell & the eels -
swimming against the tide. Alice
had to go home with barefooted Gurdon,
but
Miss B. & I stopped at a little Episcopal church
for the service and then walked home
I have marked our passage (on a small scale) above. We climbed
marshy gullies - hunted sweet grass & fern - had snail races &c.
& finally decided to come back by the beach, so Alice ventured to "find a
my
" as Tommy does. She got
barefooted & went over all right marking the shallow line with her
umbrella. By the time we were ready the tide was so much higher
& coming in so fast we almost came to grief - but made it and
got over into the sand dunes barefooted - for a delightful loaf in
the warm sand before getting into shoes. Then such a beach! Like a floor we must have walked a mile or so down
to the Bridge, where we met Jeanette
is
very quiet, but very sweet, and proves to be a little artist of no
mean ability - we left her on the bridge with the rest- watching a
gigantic clam snail shell & the eels -
swimming against the tide. Alice
had to go home with barefooted Gurdon,
but
Miss B. & I stopped at a little Episcopal church
for the service and then walked home
I have marked our passage (on a small scale) above. We climbed
marshy gullies - hunted sweet grass & fern - had snail races &c.
& finally decided to come back by the beach, so Alice ventured to "find a
my
" as Tommy does. She got
barefooted & went over all right marking the shallow line with her
umbrella. By the time we were ready the tide was so much higher
& coming in so fast we almost came to grief - but made it and
got over into the sand dunes barefooted - for a delightful loaf in
the warm sand before getting into shoes. Then such a beach! Like a floor we must have walked a mile or so down
to the Bridge, where we met Jeanette
is
very quiet, but very sweet, and proves to be a little artist of no
mean ability - we left her on the bridge with the rest- watching a
gigantic clam snail shell & the eels -
swimming against the tide. Alice
had to go home with barefooted Gurdon,
but
Miss B. & I stopped at a little Episcopal church
for the service and then walked home
