Bank Holiday in Canada
Moorhouse Inn, Leeds
Lord Willoughby de Broke is 88; Lord Clydesmuir 67; Lord Maxwell 65, Mr J. Malcolm Fraser 54, and Alison Mary Rhodes is 26.
We were awake early and I gave Ally her presents in bed. Samuel loves wrapping paper. She had a call from Bessie, who says Gill is expecting further issue in January, also a call from Susie. We scurried around doing our usual jobs but excited at the prospect of escaping this afternoon. It was a dull overcast sort of day.
At 2:30 we left for Horton. I felt dog tired. At Waltergarth for 4pm. Found Mum and Dad in a jovial mood. We were joined by two peculiar hikers. One, an Irishman, padded around the house in bare feet. The other chap sat in a corner wearing headphones listening to a long tape recording of bird calls. He was a Mr Pierrepoint, but no relation of the late hangman. We dined on sirloin and Yorkshire puddings. They are waiting for Janette to announce she is pregnant. They say it's only a matter of time. We left at midnight, and home after one. Utterly shagged out. I slept. Horton is too far away.
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