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| Pool at Garsington 2003 |
I am paralyzed by the task of describing a week end
at Garsington.
I suppose we spoke some
million words between us; listened to a great many more. . . . Happily the weather was fine, the food
good, & we flowed about happily enough, & without serious boredom. . .
. My bed was like layer upon layer of the most springy turf; & the garden
is almost melodramatically perfect, with its grey oblong pool, & pink farm
buildings, its soft whiteish grey stone & enormous smooth dense yew hedges.
July 29, 1918 (D1 173-4)
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