Extract from Sunday 3rd May, 1981:

A cool morning with a fresh breeze blowing. We drove to St Guthlac's Cross.
("I know St Guthlac's Cross." "You bet he is ~ the top's broken off!")

The dogs were given a history lesson: "That erosion on the back corner is where Caspar peed."

We walked along the counter drain to Cowbit, then back along the river bank. Not very eventful.

When we had parked the car I found an old pair of boots near by. I placed them peeping out from under the car, thus:
"If the police come by that will worry them," said George.

As we drove to the Abbey Hostel we passed a parked police car. The car followed us into the car park, where Harris, our driver, was quizzed. "We thought you was hare coursing," said the young constable.
"The boots attracted us," he added. "We thought you had been run down!"

Extract from Sunday, 19th July, 1981:

Two weeks absent! Last week I walked through the streets of Radlet dressed as one of the Three Wise Men. I carried a cigar box.
"What's that?" asked the vicar. "Myrrh?"
"No," I replied. "Cigars for Joseph to hand round."

I was slightly tired, having attended a barn dance at Croyland the previous night. Harris was there also, as were our wives. This is how Harris and I might have danced "The Gay Gordons"!

Extract from Sunday, 26th July, 1981:

Alone, the faithful Vicci & I roamed through Bedeforde Pearly-arse.

The woods were full of flies and cars. My boots are falling apart and hurting me. Oh, woe!

I retired to The Woodston, and completed my misery by drinking Mann's bitter.