Saturday, March 24, 2007

Sunday 23rd September 1934

Audrey took me to St. Anne’s Hill which rises, steep and wooded, from the flatness near Chertsey. The Wishing Well, where one throws in three stones (a wish for every splash). The Nun’s Grave – a gaunt mass of stone, fabled to be the burial place of a nun who broke her vows. If there is a grave there, it’s pitifully lonely. Rain water would drip from the trees which droop just above…

Tea at the Mill House. Devonshire cream in a dusky room. Candles lighted it. Outside the soothing rush of waters.

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