[Plymouth—Tuesday, 11 June 1872]
Tuesday. We have turned over a new leaf in the habit of our life—one I believe that all healthy persons turn as soon as possible—instead of going to bed at 11 & rising at 7 which is our winter habit—we go to bed at 9 and rise at five. Even then the sun at this season is already high—the windows are flooded with yellow light and I always think it must at least be seven. Imagine the joy of finding still a few minutes of five. Now the birds are at their gayest. The whole air is rippled with their song.
We drove to Livermore’s falls in the delicious sunshine and sending the carriage back determined to walk home. Nothing could be more delicious than wandering about those amber waters. The river had risen 4 feet the previous night from the rains and the sight was a rare one. Having sent our waterproofs & wraps home in the wagon the rain began to fall—but it was slight and we soon took courage—the sun came out in June glory although protected from us by clouds, the scenery was unsurpassed. We asked permission to see the old Livermore house on our return. We enjoyed our walk to the hotel intensely.
Drove at sunset over Thurlow hill to home, by “Ward’s Store”, nothing more beautiful can be imagined.
