Monday, January 09, 2006

Footsteps, relief and jollity.

1. While taking a turn around the Grove, I like to think of all the 18th century ladies who walked there too. Betsy Sheridan says in a letter from Tunbridge Wells dated 12-14 June 1785:

"I walk'd out with my Father to a Grove that is one of the most charming circumstances of this Place. It consists of Venerable Oaks, Beach and Elm, all of such a size as to form a compleat shade at noon on the warmest days. It is about a quarter of a mile round and about 2 minutes walk from out House. This delightful walk was bequeathed to the wells many years ago by some benevolent good minded soul whose name I have not been able to learn; It is so settled that a tree can never be cut down, the Corporation are trustees to the Legacy and take excellent care to keep it in order and supply it with a number of benches for those who chuze to rest there, but this sweet spot is I am told quite deserted, no one walks but on the Pantiles."
Betsy Sheridan's Journal: Letters from Sheridan's Sister. Ed. William Le Fanu (OUP, 1986)

2. Walking round a corner and finding that I am out of the biting wind.

3. Passing a hall and seeing that there is a children's party going on inside, with banners and balloons and excitement.

Coffee, right there and advent calendar.

1. The coffee this morning is very tasty. There is no particular reason that we can discern. Perhaps we were just ready for it, and our bisc...