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30 July 1884 — Niederdorf | |
Wednesday. 30th July [1884]. Woke reposed & we started in a carriage abt 8 o’cl to drive to Cortina. It was a lovely morning clear & bright & we had a beautiful drive. From Toblach there were several carriages on the road & in one of them we saw Charlés Hallé the pianist with some ladies but he did not recognise us. We stopped at Schluderbach to refresh the horses & there Henry & I got out & walked on ahead—& I got some wild flowers & were joined by the carriage at the top of the pass. We went very quickly down the other side & got to Cortina abt 12. Lunched there & changed carriages. I set off to walk on a little way & was to be caught up by the carriage but I had not gone very far when I came upon old Lady Cloncurry & she was so pleased to meet me that she made me return with her to the hotel to show me her room in the Dependance & to see her daughter. Miss Lawless read me bits of a letter from a friend at Bonnio who gave curious details abt the quarantine on the Stelvio one being that an English family having been allowed to pass over had arrived within sight of the hotel at Bonnio when an Italian officer came tearing after them & forced them to retrace their steps up to the top of the pass to their great disgust—that a nurse who was expected by an English lady at Bonnio wrote that she was sitting in quarantine in a hut with 2 women & a baby with little to eat & 50 fcs a day to pay. We were very glad to be over the Italian frontier at Venas. I got out & picked wild flowers. We got to Tai abt 4 & asked for rooms but found they had none—neither were we likely to find any at Pieve. We made up our minds to go on to La Punta & telegraphed to Malcolm. Changed horses—had a cup of coffee & set off. As we came down the tourniquets above Perarolo we found the road stopped as they were blasting rocks to widen the road– our coachman hollooed, Gigia, Henry & 2 carters all yelled—in vain—we had to wait ¼ hour when a big rock toppled down on the road & when it was cleared away we got on. At Perarolo Henry telegraphed to La Punta & wrote a post card to Malcolm at Venice & then we went on & got to that haven of rest abt 6.30. We found the Agent had just got our telegram– His wife Siora Marietta bestirred herself & we sat on the terrace while tea was being prepared & wondering whether we really had been away from the place since Friday. Had excellent tea & chicken & eggs & after playing a set of cribbage were glad to go to bed. | |
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