Up and packed – Archie has hired a car and we’ll be off. I can’t wait to eat so I went down to the “restaurant“ more like a huge ballroom, for coffee and toast. The waiter sneered at “toast,” - it was dinner time to him!
Kingston, and found Joan’s place again in Hanworth - a cup of tea and then a leisurely drive back to Dorking. (about 20 miles.) Had a quiet evening in front of the “telly.”
Arch had our “hired” car delivered – we feel quite smart with a Ford Cortina four-door, 1973 model. We left London and drove to Dorking and got a room (very modern) in the “White Horse.” The oldest beams in the place date back to the 15th century. Drove around after dinner (which we had at the White Horse) and out to a pub Arch visited in the war. “The Leg of Mutton and Cauliflower”
and had a pint or two – then searched and found another favorite pub “The Woodsman” also in Ashstead. We came back on dark roads to Darking in time for a pint at the local “The Boot Hole.”
Saturday, January 13, 1973 – overcast 33°
Quite damp today – first time we got up in time for breakfast – had it in the hotel dining room. Guess we’re finally getting accustomed to time. Going out for a drive. Drove all over the place – Aldershot, where we tried to find Archie‘s brother, Bob’s grave, but being Saturday, no one on duty. Then on Ashstead, Leatherhead,
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