DGM HQ.
Broad accents of the local kind began several minutes late. The cottage opposite is having its thatch re-vibrated & accents flew across the road in both directions as the thatcher (from the next village up the valley) and our landlord exchanged banter.
Stuff is waiting.
15.58 Stuff. Stuff. Lotsa stuff.
22.54 This evening: up the valley to Ebbesbourne Wake & The Horseshoe with Bert, Hugh, Mary & Pete. We met to toast & celebrate Les Collins, much loved & missed gardener of Broad Chalke. Mary took care of Les in his later years & was with him when he flew away last November. Mrs. Collins died recently, some nine months after Les, and is being buried tomorrow in her family village of Charleton Hawthorne, near Wincanton.
A good surprise: T was working in Southampton & was able to join us.
"Space has its own rules and determining conditions."
