Nov 14 Sunday

Packing. Frosty days.
Wrote a draft of a poem about self-praise.
Solace1 got lost & was brought back once more from a mile & a half away in the fields. I helped H & Alix to pack.
*[RG] Last day at Ewhurst.
After a special supper of last things cooked up from the larder & some 662 & marbles & tired sitting about, bed.

Editorial Notes

1 Graves' cat eds.
2card game eds.