We spent the weekend on the Isle of Wight. On Saturday we walked from Carisbrooke in the center of the island to Freshwater Bay along the Tennyson Trail,
and then spent the night in Totland. We looped back around to Freshwater Bay via Alum Bay along the Coastal Path on Sunday.
I didn't get any good pictures, but the scenery was very beautiful and the weather was near-perfect.
Looking west along the south coast of the Isle of Wight
Sailboats tack and jibe near the Needles
LLP asked me to recite some poetry by Tennyson as we walked along, which is a moment every liberal arts student yearns for, so I rattled
off his "Crossing the Bar."
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have cross'd the bar.
(I'm joking of course. The only thing I can remember from college are the names and faces of certain girls I
never dared approach, and that the Root Glen was an excellent place to neck with the ones I did dare approach.)
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