Sunday 30th April 1933
H.F. met at Eastgate 1.30. Hot. A big crowd - 13 – several strangers. Along Burton Road, blazing hot. Charlie on politics. South Carlton. Cows milking time. North Carlton. Fields and paths; along a trench-like ditch. Scampton May’s, funeral cake, innocently eaten by Charlie. Ermine Street. Dark clouds. Tea place, a small bungalow. The proud father, our host. Torrents of rain. My “cocktail” sandwiches. The gregarious Roy – I dislike him, he is a grown–up Timson.
The rain did not cease, so we set out. Cecil and Charlie had no coats, so sheltered under my cape. Like a hen with chicks! We must have looked a strange sight! Through Hackthorne to Welton.
The rain stopped and we met Akel, Hack, Tug and Bill on bikes. Two people caught the bus home – one of them Roy. We others walked on to Lincoln. Main road all the way. Evening singing nursery rhymes. Charlie, Molly and I dropped behind. Molly’s enemy and her old love affair. Home 10 o’clock. 20 miles. Hazel or Blue? Neither.
The rain did not cease, so we set out. Cecil and Charlie had no coats, so sheltered under my cape. Like a hen with chicks! We must have looked a strange sight! Through Hackthorne to Welton.
The rain stopped and we met Akel, Hack, Tug and Bill on bikes. Two people caught the bus home – one of them Roy. We others walked on to Lincoln. Main road all the way. Evening singing nursery rhymes. Charlie, Molly and I dropped behind. Molly’s enemy and her old love affair. Home 10 o’clock. 20 miles. Hazel or Blue? Neither.
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