Tuesday 7 January 1975
Granny here. We say we want to watch a programme on
the TV. She says she ‘doesn’t mind watching intelligent stuff’ though she’d
rather watch ‘the funny coloured man on the other side’.
I go
along another path to avoid washing up.
I’m
at a crossroads. Forward the road continues. I turn right. I see a mud path
through woods leading up a steep path to top of hill.
Could
be half a mile high.
