SOME OF THE BOYS ARE QUITE SNAZZ!
S U N D A Y, 2 2 O C T O B E R
Didn’t sleep well, and was woken up by a shrieking cockerel.
About 7am the Welsh boys started making a row - they even knocked on our door. After that we started killing ourselves at everything they did - talk about sighing as they got out of bed. “Will you girls stop talking,” one said! To which Tig answered, quick as a flash, “ditto”! Martha said the chap next to her wriggled all night, and whenever he kicked his elbow against her wall, he went “damn”!
Cooked bacon for breakfast. All the boys were washing up by the time we started eating. But it was rather fun washing up as some of them joined us (quite snazz ones). One boy was hilarious. The chap in charge asked him when he was going to wash up the plates. He (in his strong Welsh accent) said, “when?” The man said, “yes.” He said, “where?” The man said, “no.” He said, “when?” The man said, “no - where!” Then I dropped a saucer and broke it, I told the person in charge but she was terribly nice and said, because I’d told her, I needn’t pay a thing.
They were all whistling ‘Good Times’ as they polished! It was sad when they'd gone.
The weather today was staggering, it simply couldn’t have been better. We had the most wonderful walk, golden leaves, bright sky, everywhere beautiful. Stopped for lunch under a birch tree. We did a huge detour to the next place, and walked about ten miles in the end. Visited a windmill that’s been turned into a house, and passing through Pond’s Farm we found a marvellous haystack. We lay back, took some photos, then rolled down it! Then we got dreadfully lost. It was rather worrying to see the sun go down more every minute. Anyway, we finally arrived about 6.30.
The hostel (Holmbury St Mary) is quite modern and not nearly so friendly, and the only people here are a party of third year girls. I miss Ewhurst like anything. Those boys were so nice, especially the tall one in the white jumper.
Didn’t change for supper. Had tomato soup, meaty stuff and potato, and peach sponge (cold). Sat in the common room and wrote Diary.