Saturday

Clive went off early to see his Dad with his siblings.

Florence, Hetty and I walked across the fields to The Rowdey Cow where we enjoyed breakfast in the sunshine.

This afternoon, Louise, Katy, Nigel, Chama and the children all arrived for tea in the cutting.

Arthur caught his foot in a bramble and cried so loudly that I thought he had lost a limb. Poor chap.

Sylvia is growing up very fast!