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stopped at. As it drove up to the door, the passengers were greeted by the Inn Keeper, a matronly old woman, with a white cap on.

As the horses were busily being unharnessed to be led to the stable, we were ushered into the Inn. A maid was waiting to show the ladies up a broad staircase and into a quaintly furnished room, with a four posted feather bed. At the head of the stairs, stood a large table, holding the bedroom candlesticks. After freshening up we went into lunch and had a delisious cold chicken pie and gooseberries for desert. Everything there reminded me of the old days. 

The drive took us through picturesque little towns and some lovely lanes, arched by trees, with thick foliage growing on the top of high banks covered with ferns, English ivy, holly and hawthorn and passed fields full of poppies.

June 25, 1908

Thursday we went by train to a tiny place called Marazion, where a fisherman rowed us to St. Micheal's Mount about a mile from the shore. 

In the early days St. Micheal used to be an old