May 9th, Monday
We had today a real reunion. To lunch came the Swaynes and the Vanrenens. I had not seen Yso or Denys for 9 years and Oswald since before the war. Oh! how strange it is to meet after so long. There was so much to say and hear and of course one didn’t get through half. I am hoping that they will come down to us in the summer. The Vs are living at Littlehampton where they have left their children who are now all going to school! (Yso Vanrenen and Brenda Swayne were Wynne’s cousins, daughters of Arthur and Oldine Butler).
I had the great pleasure of a R.H.S. show today, the first in Vincent Square I’ve been to for years. The Hall was full and very hot. It was the tulip display and I’ve never seen anything so wonderful as Dobbies and Dicksons who were in line and made a most marvellous show. Sutton wasn’t in it or anyone else except one from Anglesey whose flowers were wonderful.
Ever since I came up B (Scratchley, Wynne’s Governess) and I have been trying to go to the Academy and this morning we accomplished it. I haven’t been for years. This year there’s been a great row on account of the wholesale rejections. I don’t know the reason for it but the walls are only covered halfway up! The chief pictures are Orpen’s really and they are to my mind quite perfect. I can’t see that there is a portrait painter to touch him. HIs great achievement this year is “The Chef”, a picture of his Parisian cook. It’s alive. I stood long in front of the historic scene of the Unknown Warrior in the Abbey, it’s quite lovely but horribly pathetic and most tragic. The King’s face looks seared with sorrow and how fearful a thing it is to realize all that that coffin has meant to England.
May 12th, Thursday
On this day Mother had her Hat Exhibition. She has over 50 hats on show and we arranged them all round the room with looking glasses for the females to try them on. Dozens of females came in and by evening we had made over £20. It was amusing and we got a great deal of fun out of it all.
May 13th, Friday
Alas the date of my departure has arrived and I came home to find all well and the garden quite lovely. Despite the fact that it was Whitsun and a strike on I had a most comfortable journey.
After my lazy time in Town it seems strange to return to hard labour! I am sad leaving Mother, she is so frightfully kind and good to one, but I look forward to her visit with Thurie here in summer. I hope a course of my cooking will not ruin their digestions. I shall advise them bringing a stock of soda mints.
May 21st, Saturday
I have left out a week here. It has been one of perfect weather and daily labour. I’m frightfully happy and life runs very joyfully, my two men are all that I can desire and whatever broils disturb the world none find their way here. I have been busy going round the women of the village to tell them about the Mothers Union which we are starting here on Monday. They are an awfully nice crowd.