Sunday
A lovely peaceful night.
No alarms, no planes, no dreams.
Lay dozing and reading till 12 noon.
Then breakfast of bread, butter, marmalade and tea. Writing notes, looked over “Chadborough Farm”
– Rotten. Read through typescript of my
Journals 1920 to 1926 – feeble. Must try
again.
Went out in sunshine and ate blackberries. I think I am going to enjoy this place immensely. I want to draw the cottage, and get some
accurate idea of date.
Lovely day. Cold.
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