Extract from Sunday, 8th February, 1981:

George & I walked round Bourne Wood. We saw a herd of deer with an albino in it three times.

George was pontificating on the subject of dogs. "I know an incredible amount about dogs," he said. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks, a look of amazement on his face: "If I could remember all that I know," he gasped, "I would be unbeatable!"

(I just asked what he said, and he replied that it was "as good as Harristottle"!)

Extract from Sunday, 15th February, 1981:

We drove to Wakerley Wood . . . . along the old roilway . . . return to the remains of the footbridge and thence to the top path to Top Lodge. The connection from the bridge to the proper path proved almost impassable, and we emerged scarred and bleeding from our ordeal.

M ² drove us to  Y ^e Olde White Harte impeccably. The dogs behaved well once in the pub, but we had a slight altercation in the car.

Jack is an Irishman who always sits in the corner by the door. He is the only man I know who can smile with the corners of his mouth still turned down.

Drove to Tallington Bridge, walked almost into Stamford on the north side of the river through knee deep mud, and back on the south, which was much better. The first part of the return was, of course, on the embankment which I only recently found out is part of the "Marquis' Line" ~ the roilway which ran to Sutton.

We retired to Y ^e Olde White Harte, where Don was holding court with his usual majesty.

Bionic George led the party, first through all the sh...t & then on a path so devised that we had great difficulty in maintaining our balance, and thence to a narrow wooden bridge where we were in extreme danger of losing our footing. Geordy Bill complained that we were also in extreme danger of arriving at the pub before opening time & insisted on extending the journey.