Extract from Sunday, 10th April, 1983:
L.H. & M 2 did a wise thing in missing this morning ~ very, very wet. G. & I walked in Wakerley Wood and the rain never stopped for a moment.
However, the combination of a cycle cape and breeches seems to work well, although G says I look a trifle eccentric.
We encountered a young doberman in the car park, but saw no-one else at all ~ very pleasant.
Retired to Y e Olde White Harte, where the fire was very welcome and we steamed away happily.
Extract from Sunday, 8th May, 1983:
Wakerley Wood . . . . Some interesting plaques have been installed describing the forestry. George was particularly interested in one describing a Registered Stand, which was valued for its seed. He now wants to have his registered.
Harris was waxing eloquent about coppicing, which he says is a way of cutting trees, and nothing to do with policemen going behind hedges.
As we sit in the White H. we have an unusual comment about the beer. The landlord is actually changing some pints because they are cloudy! Most glasses of course are half drunk . . . .
Vicci wishes it to be recorded that "uncle" Harris bought crisps and not pork scratchings as she had clearly requested.
Extract from Sunday, 15th May, 1983:
The moist weather continues . . . .
Back in Y e Olde White Harte we celebrated Minnie's fourth birthday.
Conversation in the bar: "Is it still raining?"
"Yes, it's coming down pissistantly!"
Extract from Sunday, 29th May, 1983:
Rain, rain, rain! Will it never end?
Back in Y e Olde White Harte we met a cycle racing colleague of George, whom Harris insulted by asking if he averaged ten miles per hour!
Harris wore a pair of raggy trousers . . . . he really must drop this "Holier-than-thou" attitude.
