Saturday
Lovely day, big drifting
clouds. Leaves and conkers on
roads. Captain Folkard in a very good mood
today. Got out 1.15pm and went to the
market to see the sale of the East Essex Hunt stuff. Old Simon was there,
Claridge, Joy and Parry and Grubb. Poor
Grubb looking dreadfully haggard and old.
Joy bought a useful saddle £2.10, but the stuff was fairly dear, saddles
up to 7:10.0, (no leathers and girths), halters (35/), bridles (old) £2. - 113
lots. Don't know why the stuff is being
sold – thought hunt would carry on.
Three gyppo turnouts outside the
Marquis, Hampshire came running out, insisted I had a drink. Bar full of dealers and gyppos. Smart traps driving east, away from the
market.
Just had time to rush home, eat,
and back to Albert Hall for Repertory Show – “She was too Young”, Good, but a little
slow, well acted. Yvonne Coquelle was
Bette, Welsh maid, but could not manage Welsh accent, or intonation nor could
Thomas, the butler.
Afterwards had tea tete a tete
with Diana in Balkerne
Gardens
Out to Higham. At Birchwood, planes began to go out in a
steady stream, dreadful roar. It drives
me mad, thinking who is to be killed in an hour or two.
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