On vacation

Sunday, October 10th., Sanclu Hotel, Ramsgate.
 
Yesterday I corrected two articles and a short story, and went for a walk in the morning, and felt that I had had an idle morning. I also read about 50 pages of Osbert Sitwell's first novel, "Before the Bombardment". It is inscribed to "dear, good, uncle Arnold from a nephew". Not an easy read, but then Osbert is not an 'easy' man. Still, nice of him to remember me.

On Delf Street

Drove to Sandwich. A really antique feeling about this place. Streets such as Delf Street. Most curious the moment you begin really to think about it inquisitively. Happily a few barges get there still, up the stream, and seem to live in fields. All churches round here are closed on Sunday. We got into the one at Sandwich because some unfortunate children were imprisoned there for the afternoon service, but the fine church at Minster was closed; reminding me of my Sunday visit to Truro to see the monstrosity of a cathedral there: which was closed entirely.