12th June (1918)

Standing by is one of the most beautiful trees imaginable – a laburnum grown into an immense forest tree and covered with bloom.  The birds are performing a concerto, a dozen different chirpers keeping up a constant undercurrent of orchestration.  I am sitting in the field outside the Chateau, my sole companion an old brown cow who stands thoughtfully ruminating and wondering why foolish mortals make rumbling noises over there in the distance.  (Adjournment to take a pill).

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