|Box of bowls balls at Monk's House|
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Beaten at Bowls: October 7, 2015
October 6, 1939
Also, there’s the war: or rather the non-war. Nothing happens. All is held up. Nightly we’re served out with a few facts, or a childstory of the adventures of a submarine. . . . I sitting on Kingston Hill & watching the destroying clouds point like a great feathered grey blue wing over the channel. Suddenly the rain bursts & I dash home: a great evening, & bowls with L. I’m beaten. I compose articles on Lewis Carroll & read a great variety of books – Falubert’s life, R.’s lectures, out at last, a life of Erasmus & Jacques Blanche.