Some little scenes I meant to write down.

One was on the flats towards Ripe one blazing hot day. We stopped in a bye road about 3 in the afternoon, & heard hymn singing.  It was very lonely and desolate.  Here were people singing to themselves, in the hot afternoon. I looked & saw a middle class 'lady' in skirt & coat & ribboned hat, the cottage door.  She was making the daughters of the agrcultural labourers sing; it was about three o'clock on a Tuesday perhaps. Later we passed the ladies house; it had a wooden griffin nailed above the door - presumably her crest.