Have just picked tit-bits out of a greenish sea of dried beans, spuds and beef. Item: never disliked margarine. You know my partiality to lardy butter, well good margarine is something of the same but much more crumbly, that’s its defect; you are conveying a portion to your plate and it drops off in transitu (a legal expression).
At Crondall on Saturday we saw a huge hollow elm tree centuries old – its bumps were used as a style to get over the fence from the road. The outer crust was still alive and bore many luxuriant branches.
Had a decent cigar given me and am now lying on my cot puffing it. The blankets here are of diverse texture and colours – violent electric blues, glaring scarlets, lemon-yellows, brown grey and black. Imagine their motley appearance along the sides of the hut. The rain it (to all appearances) raineth every day-a-hay.
Walk March 