An Autobiography of an Ancient Athlete & Antiquarian

198 AUTOBIOGRAPHY From the nth to the 20th R.H. was down, and we went over with Purdy to see the Grimston Moat. On the 29th was the Gately Meeting wheu I shot worse than ever. Cycling back by Gnist Mill, Bintre and Foulsham I lost my way at Themelthorpe, broke my chaii1, and just missed the last train at Reepbam, so had to sleep there. On the 31st, coming back from a garden party I again lost the last train, so bad to come ronnd the weary way by De reham and Norwich. F.G.R. came down on the 1st of August, and on Sunday I took him to lunch at Horning Ferry, and on to Rollesby, I saw Mr. Gotch the architect in charge. Shooting vilely at every meeting, but in practice made a 14, an extraordinary dozen of 10 hits for 51, the last six being 9.9.7.7. r. This was following Mrs. Russwarm's tip of "top of thumb to right corner of mouth and looking along arrow." M.M.R. and Bess came for a few days. At all public meetings I shot badly, but on 27th August made a strangely good 6 for 9.6.7.5.3.r for 34, and on 31st made a 47 dozen for 109 in practice at 60, and next day at Beestou did r ro for the two distances which was the best in public for a long while. M.M.R. left on 5th Septembert and on the 6th I rode over to Tasburgh from Norwich through the city traffic very well, Miss Jones (Mrs. C. Childs' niece) who I had seen there ro years before. I was at Tasburgh all Sunday (Roche's pianola very good). Monday by the Pulhams to Harleston when my outer tyre burst and I had to get another, then rode over to Bungay and back. Slept at the "Swan" at Harleston, an old Oxford man (Tarrant now of Malvern College) there. Next day rode over by Diss to Prince Duleep Singh's at Blo' Norton, a very difficult place to find out, but had a good lunch and saw an interesting house when I got there. Then on to Thetford " Bell," where both accommodation and food were poor, and the coffee room was infested by two of the worse types of technical education and conceit I ever saw. Wednesday I rode over to Lynn, a long straight road against a bad wind, but was rewarded by seeing 2½ brace of grouse on Santon Warren, and taking half-a-glass of grand bitter beer (Bagges's) at a wayside pub, where I had a long talk with au interesting tinker.