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Aug. 16th, 2010 10:58 amI spent last evening at the Marisco Tavern--Lundy does have its charms!--where I renewed acquaintance with several young people on holiday. The group included Miss Troy and Miss Van Someren, who left school last year, and Miss Davies, Miss Applebee, and the Frobisher twins, who left school this summer. They've been trekking the coastal paths, it seems, and just arrived on Lundy yesterday suppertime.
The salient point is that they shared with me their intention to go next to the Isle of Man.
Do you get many tourists out there? I've never heard you mention it. And while I do realise that casual visitors would have no way of stumbling across the Sanctuary, there is the matter of your boat building and scavenging endeavours. I shouldn't want them to stumble across you unexpectedly. Or find evidence of your being thereabouts.
I did ask if they hadn't considered heading for Scilly instead. I harped rather heavily on the difference of temperature and weather, but I'm afraid I may not have persuaded them, and I didn't wish to sound overly invested in the topic.
At any rate, you are warned that it is not just me you ought to expect on your doorstep in the week ahead. (I shall arrive on Thursday, I believe. I will confirm that with you by Tuesday evening if that's all right.)
The good thing about meeting with these young friends is that it's allowed me another avenue for putting out the cover story for my time with you: today I begin a lovely week of trekking along the coastal path up through Wales, where they've just been. I urged them to recount the highlights of their walk, and that launched them on a nearly operatic exposition of the experiences they've had in places the beauty of which quite overwhelmed their capacities for description--I trust that my enthusiasm for hearing their stories established my cover as far as they were concerned. It was, at any rate, a pleasant way to spend an evening.
The salient point is that they shared with me their intention to go next to the Isle of Man.
Do you get many tourists out there? I've never heard you mention it. And while I do realise that casual visitors would have no way of stumbling across the Sanctuary, there is the matter of your boat building and scavenging endeavours. I shouldn't want them to stumble across you unexpectedly. Or find evidence of your being thereabouts.
I did ask if they hadn't considered heading for Scilly instead. I harped rather heavily on the difference of temperature and weather, but I'm afraid I may not have persuaded them, and I didn't wish to sound overly invested in the topic.
At any rate, you are warned that it is not just me you ought to expect on your doorstep in the week ahead. (I shall arrive on Thursday, I believe. I will confirm that with you by Tuesday evening if that's all right.)
The good thing about meeting with these young friends is that it's allowed me another avenue for putting out the cover story for my time with you: today I begin a lovely week of trekking along the coastal path up through Wales, where they've just been. I urged them to recount the highlights of their walk, and that launched them on a nearly operatic exposition of the experiences they've had in places the beauty of which quite overwhelmed their capacities for description--I trust that my enthusiasm for hearing their stories established my cover as far as they were concerned. It was, at any rate, a pleasant way to spend an evening.