An Autobiography of an Ancient Athlete & Antiquarian

AUTOBIOGRAPHY 115 On the 17th April my son, Roger Cubitt Rye, was married in Canada to a Canadian· girl, Pauline Whitaker, who has made him a very excellent wife, and borne him fine children, and the next day, I 8th April, auother of my sons, Frank Gibbs Rye, married at Lynn the daughter of my old antiquarian acquaintance, E. M. Beloe, F.S.A., of Lynn. Not to be outdone by his brothers, yet another of my sons, A. L. Rye, got engaged to Miss Clulow, and she came down with her father to see us the same month. On the 1st May my eldest daughter, Miss Clulow, and I rode over to Marsh's daffodil tea at Cawston, and during May I was consulted as to the restoration of Wymondham Church, and later on there was an amusing controversy as to the propriety of "finishing off" the towers with battlements, &c., which Prince F. Duleep Singh, Dr. Jessopp, Beloe and I all joined in deprecating. At rook-shooting for the first time in my life on the 14th May I was fairly successful. On the 29th I rode to some sports and saw my horribly reverend opponent about Wymondham tower. Ou the 5th June, while on a country ride, I acci– dentally discovered that Rectory Cottage, Lammas, was for sale, and as I had long been on the look-out for a week-end country cottage to fill the void of the Selborne cottage I bought it on the 7th (?), and at once celebrated the occasion on the ~th by a nasty fall off my trike at Buxton Lock Bridge. As I found it very monotonous to have these falls I had my axle widened, and except one caused by my own folly in 1914, I never had another "toss.'' On the 25th I lectured at Great Yarmouth on the "Unsuspected Royal Hunting Box at Burgh by Aylsham," which was originally Mr. R. J . W. Purdy's discovery, but elaborated by me from documentary evidence into a paper printed in the proceedings of the local Prehistoric Society, 23rd March, 1914, reprinted by me in Norfolk Hand Lists No 2, Roman Camps and Remains. At the beginning of July, being up in London, I had a capital ride from St. Pancras by Park Lane, Roehampton to Cobham, and having a gale behind me, I romped up through Guildford over the Hog's Back to Selborne. This was, I think, my last cycle ride to Selborne, and a very pleasant one it was. Next day, I trained from Alton to Guildford, and rode by Merrow and Gomshall, through