Sunday, 7.30 p.m. (23rd September 1917)

(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.

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