Telephone from the station this afternoon to say Robin had arrived. Great excitement. Went down to the station with Joanna at 6.30, and there he was – a lovely russet red, with a white blaze and one white foreleg, rather thin and ragged, no shoes on, in a tremendous way to get out of the box where he had been shut up in the dark since early morning.
We took it in turns to ride him home by way of the Park Folley and Land Lane, Childwell Alley and Brook Street, as he is rather nervous about heavy traffic. I believe he will do very well if I can only get him in harness. Hampshire gave his approval, and reckoned he was worth £40 if a penny. How this sort of thing cheers me.