Sunday 30. [30 April 1893] Got up at 7 and went by the funicular railway to Ghon where I bought some cakes and walked up the hillsides. Indescribably lovely pastures white with narcissus. The whole air scented with then. I found too globe flowers and forgetmenots, orchids and gentians, oxlips and marsh marigolds and many kinds of vetch. The high pastures stretched away on one side reaching up to where the hills were crowned with firs and on the other the blue lake and the mountains and the flat fertile Rhone valley stretching, a delta of sand in the blue water. Got back about 10. Papa and I took the train and went to Villeneuve where we wandered about. In our train going to Lausanne we found the Tom Bells whom we carried on with us to Lausanne where we lunched at the station. Uncle Tom is a dear gentle old thing with blue eyes like Grandpapa's, and learned about plants and butterflies. She's an awful woman - much excited about the Kinskys who are staying at her hotel - "I don't know the Countess, I know her quite well by sight and I always move[?] to her when we meet!" Left Lausanne at 1 - past Friburg [Fribourg] where I looked with interest at the Towers[?] in the wall drawn in Modern Painters - very charming with red pointed roofs. Dear little place, deep down in a green hollow of the earth with snow mountains beyond. Reached Bale [Basel (Basle)] at 8 and drove across the Rhine to an inn near the other station. Much colder. [Dried gentian attached to page.]