Sunday, March 24th.

Was particularly notable for the trip to Canterbury Agricultural College. This venerable institution, 1876 and all that, greeted us with draught horses and drays, in which the majority were conveyed in state. A short address of welcome and then to the piggeries. There was one brown sow there - but that's another story. Met Official Chaperone. Apparently night before he had mistaken living quarters and awoke to find two elderly spinsters gazing at him with great suspicion. But on explanation they actually apologised for awakening him. At Lincoln - some bathed, some swam, some played cricket, some inspected turnips, all had afternoon tea.