Extract from Sunday, 3rd February, 1980:

Sans Caspar, who is very ill again. Vicci went berserk and broke her lead. (She is in heat, so there is some excuse for her.)

We retired to Ye White Hart where we saw our old friends and drank beer at only 6s 0d per pint!

We are @ the White Heart listening to "THE MUSIC OF UFFORD". (Need I say more?)

Post Scriptum: Vicci was making a mess on the pub floor shortly before we left. I took her out, then Harris very kindly came out and took charge so that I could go back and finish my beer. One of our 'regular' friends asked why I had gone out. "The bitch is in heat," I explained.
"Ar," he nodded, "they are a randy lot in here!"

 Life must go on, here is G.B. to describe the events:

 . . . then we took the old roilway line towards Sutton Station. It was hard going, and will be impassible in the Summer. I must record a Harrisism -

Me: "Isn't it incredible? Only the middle of February, no coat, and I'm sweating!"
Harris: "It isn't the middle of February, it's only the tenth!"

Extract from Sunday, 24th February, 1980:

We were joined by a colonial affiliate of the Society.

In the colonies, traditional glass has been superceded by plastic. This acounts for loss of alacrity by the visiting colonial, as the falling glass plummeted to the floor. A thoroughly enjoyable morning, captured in part with the aid of a camera. Modern as the camera is, it can't capture the atmosphere of church bells, their peels drifting over the misty fields.