We slaved on the fence beneath the blazing sun and still air, which made it even hotter. In the evening we went down to the pub at Harpenden Ford called the Maltster’s Arms for a few beers. By then the heat was long gone but riding down on the back of the truck was pleasantly cool and the air was wonderful fresh and clean but for the smells of earth, damp grass and the woods.
9/9/90
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