(At Farnham Soldiers’ Home) Out side 11 a.m. roaming around the countryside. Imagine our feeling when after putting on the eggs we had ordered, Mrs. Crondall proudly marched in with a whole apple pie. Lunch over we proceeded through the village slaying en route a tiny snake wriggling across the road. You may think us pretty mad – always going in much the same directions, but for myself I prefer to get to know one place well rather than glimpses of several – one gets a kind of affection and feeling of proprietorship towards a village like Crondall.
Walk March 