Wednesday June 5, 1985

 Chillandham Cross

Chillandham Cross.

Dull, but warm. We went to Alfresford - we walked by the river and inspected the Watercress Line again. Steam trains do absolutely nothing for me. I complained of tiredness and they joked about it.Blimey, I am 30. Back at Chillandham Cross Bessie was dropping hints about the ever increasing garden foliage and Dad, itching for employment, suggested we do a bit of tree surgery, which took up the afternoon. We loved it. Swinging in the trees with saws and axes. It was a weight off Bessie's mind. Sam slept in his pushcahir on the lawn. 

Hot baths and tea on the lawn. Frank returned from Southampton to see his grandson for the first time this visit. Such a quiet chap he is. Watched TV tonight. Dad and I sat up until 1am watching a rude US film called 'Choirboys'. Naughty, but a giggle.

News: Read in the DT that the 11th Duke of Manchester has pegged out to be succeeded by his brother  who is awaiting trial for fraud.

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