An Autobiography of an Ancient Athlete & Antiquarian

180 AUTOBIOGRAPHY my last two dozen being 44 and 38 at 82. I practised assiduously all the summer, but as usual did no good at public meetings, though in private I shot well, e.g.. 8th July getting a consecutive dozen on and doing 30 for 128- (43 for one dozen) and 38 for 128. A new self yew bow came down from Fergie, and reached the 80 well, for I got 7.7 at the first end, but it was its swan song, for it flew to bits the next end. Why, neither Fergie nor I could tell. On the 12th I went by early train to North Elmham, was shown the ruins by the Rev. Townsend, but walking on to Billingford meeting did no good. The new day, however, in practice I got up to 33 hits for 139. R.H. came down on the 14th, and I got 35 for r2r. We went over Brampton Hall, but there was nothing left of the old fitting-s or glass. On the 17th we went with R.G. W.P. to see his Roman trackway at Hevingham, to the Smallburgh meeting, where I shot if possible worse than ever. D.M.R. also joined, but both of us bad gouty feet and were not agreeable companions ! On the 30th, I met Miss A. Rackham at Norwich. I bad not seen her for many years, and the same day Kitty had a motor spill with Miss Nash at North Walsham, having to be brought back in a cart. Just about now dreading like many others the confiscating legislation of Lloyd George, I sold my old cottages and half my orchard at Lammas by auction for £262 ros. od., and the Horning Cottages for £235, which was not so bad as I feared. R.J.W.P. put me up for the Wood Norton meeting where I did a llttle better -h and Hor a total of 107. Later on in practice I did 29 for 138 at 6o only. At the Swan ton Morley meeting I did h and i'fr, total 143, the best I had done in public for a long while, but fell away, and for the rest of the year was as incompetent as ever, till at Smallburgh I did Hand ? 1 7g or 152 in all. On the 22nd, I went round the walls of Korwich with the Science Gossip Club, but was very gouty, as was R.J.W.P., and we were glad enough to sit down for a few moments at B.H.'s, though almost poisoned with his pot– ables ! My grandson, Tony, had been stopping at Lammas with us. On the 30th, I made a feeble attempt to continue my time-honoured coast ride beginning by cycling to Felming-