Before we left their son Richard called in to see his parents. We spent an hour chatting and swapping family news. He still drives and prunes his apple trees. Ralph too is very spry, though a year or two younger than his partner. She much reminded me of her sister Maude, but even more bright and very charming. We had never met her before but she immediately connected me with my painting of a counytry scene which used to hand in Aunt Maude’s flat. She was a sprightly 88 year old in 1981 (to be 89 in April of that year). Ralph and Hilda had been married in 1928 when she was thirty. (It is still the Wace family farm in the twenty first century.) Field Dalling is only five miles east of Walsingham on the way to Holt. During their working lives they had a farmed at Walsingham – a farm that was, in 1981, in the hands of their eldest son Richard. Next we drove to Field Dalling, where Great Aunt Hilda Wace (née Rivett) and her husband Ralph were living in retirement. Next we explored the Spout Hills, where I had so much fun with Jerrry Falkus’s on his toboggan back in tne snowy winter of 1963. At Larners of Holt we bought a bottle of wine (Reisling). We had lunch of beef sandwiches and mince pies. We went the usual way, so as not to tax Suki’s brain. (This pub, now called just The Pigs, is mentioned in Parson Woodforde’s Diary.) As we were near the Holt Lowes we took the dogs (Fido and Suki) for a walk there. We drove to Edgefield, where I had a glass of Adnams Stingo Tally Ho at the Three Pigs. There was a card from Pearl, she is on holiday in Madeira for Boxing Day (not that they call December the 26th Boxing Dayt over there) I wonder what the weather is like in Madeira at this time of year? (Pearl was the optician’s receptionist in Norwich.) On the way to Holt wwe bought some shallots in Magdalen Road, I think these were for planting rathr than for eating straight away. I was growing things in the greenhouse, so I had a heater on which needed refuelling. It was a sunny day but cloudy in the evening, so we saw none of the Quadrantid meteor shower, which peaked that night.įor breakfast we had bacon, beans and potatoes.
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