Friday, March 30, 2007

Sunday 24th March 1935

Morning stroll with Ron beside the river across the green Medes. (Racing fours on the river.) Just like olden times – that is last summer. Ron has not altered much.

Evening; I took Dick to Ashford and introduced him to King Eric. Pleasant night but –
The golden minutes of the day were just before teatime. I had been working at my notes a long time and felt tired. So I lit a cigarette and walked down the garden. Sat on an old seat at the end, idly scanning old diaries. A cat and a dog beside me. Warmth and quietness. I heard the tinkle of the Convent bell – the Angelus. As I turned towards the house, Mrs. New was just coming to call me for tea.

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