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“A fine day for a bicycle ride sir.” The friendly tone didn’t appear to make Edward want to talk.
Edward had stopped at one of our favourite spots on the Wyche Road; we were half way round one of our regular rides. The Malvern Hills provided a spectacular back-drop to our rides and were in permanent view from his beloved Birchwood Lodge where he and his wife Alice stayed from time to time.
Monday, March 31st 1919
“Monsieur President, sir, would you like to go for a ride with one of our girls?” The question being asked of Monsieur Woodrow Wilson did sound a little incongruous and, as he looked over at our little group, his face suggested he thought so too.