Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Saturday 19th October 1935

Cycled across to Windsor; a walk with Young, in the dark; beer in a lovely little pub. Came back through the Park and heard the red deer crying; it is the rutting season.

I am to have some time on the lorry journeys. Although it lengthens my period of poverty, I am glad.

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