Lovely day. To Lanark to see Horse Sale. Train
10.30 Princes St. Pretty redhaired Scots girl, extraordinarily
like Mary Queen of Scots to look at.
Showed me the 'Daily Express' – admission that Maidstone
was shelled. See no
reason why shells should not have fallen in SW Essex, or even as far as
Maldon. Alleged that Heinkel aerodromes have
Changed at Carstairs. Lanark a curious town, v. ugly but remote from war. Wonderful market. Big sale. Great crowds – 10,000? Quite 1,000 motor cars. Superb Clydesdales, about 30 Percherons or Percherons. cross. A lovely grey, 5 yeas old, made 67gns. The owners lead in their own horses. Vast buildings, yards, etc. Great murmur of Scotch. Women's Land Army girls, Italians, etc. horses staked out in 2 fields. Bitter wind, blue sky, fleecy clouds. Saw old Kirk – Interestingly dedicated to St Kentigern of
Wales. Only the S. Aisle remains with Early English
Arcade and lancet windows in S. wall.
Several early and interesting tombstones, and in a large vaulted tomb
built into S. wall, with entrance from the church, a very early stone as
Coat of Arms in middle, set upon side.
Young Scotch lad came in
Curious building like a barn with a monument in it - a tombstone of Lockhard.
Dull little town. Wide
High St, nearly all modern fronts. One building with turnpike stairs, church
with statue of John Knox?
Clydesdale Hotel, formerly New Inn, notice to say the Wordsworths stayed there in 1803.
To Dr L by the Links. Long intimate talk, never done before. Felt very bad. Certificate for 2 weeks. Bed 10.30. Wrote to Capt. Folkard.