Although we actually took the car ferry from Lymington to Yarmouth. It was Ryde that we headed for. "There was a young lady of Ryde, Whose shoe-strings I were seldom untied. She purchased some clogs, and small spotted dogs, and frequently walked about Ryde. Edward Lear.
My parents old house in Ryde. She thinks of nothing but the Isle of Wight, and calls it The Island, as if there was no other island in the world. Jane Austen.
Reckon it's nice enough but it sure ain't Wyoming or Montana. Glad you're enjoyin' your travels ma'am
Thanks. It was mainly to put flowers on our parent's graves. But a little reflection on past history also.