...to the Isle of Wight, for a very happy day visiting St Cecilia's Convent at Ryde. The round of prayer in the daily Office, the opportunity of a good talk with the Prioress - wisdom, common sense, laughter - and the joy of the sea, the stiff wind on the Solent, a hearty fish-and-chip lunch at Ryde Castle...
We left as Vespers gently finished...the light was fading, Portsmouth glittered across the Solent, the ferry met the London train at the harbour station.
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