eve is waiting at southampton central for her train. she’s bored

oh you sinner, eve. my words, not fatima’s. i think it’s ok for me decry my girls for their social immorality

eve finally catches the train and makes it to lymington pier for the ferry (initially this eve was rejected by fatima because of the cat bite marks on her face. to me, they’re what make her special)

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she buys a ticket and hops on the ferry. she waits and waits, eager to arrive at the isle of wight. what will she do and what will she see?

she thinks long and hard during the trip. then it hits her. she has to do something worth having taken the ferry there for

so she thinks: yes! alpaca farm!

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she’s not too impressed. even when the alpaca tries to be friends

she decides to go to the coast

where she finds ‘the needles’. there used to be four of these chalk stacks, but ironically it was the one that got destroyed in a storm in 1764 which resembled a needle

a little inland she walks down a hill and finds a garden of wonders

and isn’t amused by the cheeky signs

the day after she’s back at a train station. this time she’s heading to salisbury

she visits the cathedral, which houses one of four remaining copies of the magna carta. she feels so lucky to be so close. but alas she’s in a hurry

she’s eager to visit stonehenge

she does the requisite ‘perspective’ photograph

of course sourpuss eve isn’t impressed

she’s in bath

she visits bath abbey and the roman baths

and this cafe

she loves cherry blossoms

so quaint. it’s times like this she wishes she were full size

back in southampton, at the bargate in the old town. she wants to live here

she protects the defence of the town