ABSTRACT
In the early summer of 1914 I joined my mother in Switzerland, where for some weeks she had been staying at Glion, above Montreux. She loved travelling, and after my father’s death she went several times to the Riviera, and lastly to Switzerland, alone, thoroughly enjoying the visits and all her experiences by the way. I am glad to remember that I was with her when war broke out, for though she had plenty of courage, without me the return journey would have been even more difficult than it was.
