The seasons more obvious than ever. Warm sun, and everything grown tall.
The boys rearrange the beds in the room upstairs, by themselves. Jude spends an afternoon ill and is carried on our country walk as far as the cemetary, where we loll about snoozing in the sun before getting him back to bed. The nex day, miraculous recovery and a surreal outing to Great Waldingfield for the Monks Eleigh Bygone Collectors Club Rally (!) complete with Tractor display team and gypsy (Toad of Toad Hall) caravan. Water pistols rumbled in garden cupboard - cue frantic gunplay...
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