Sunday, March 28, 2010
28 March, 1911
Slowly but surely the sea is freezing over. Still, there are holes and places where it obstinately refuses to freeze.
We are building stabling on the eastern verandah to house more ponies for Spring and Summer operations.
I had the most awful feeling of deja vu this morning with Bill, only it didn't feel like it was a moment that I was repeating but foreseeing. He was praying and looked askance at me in the most haunting fashion. It was extremely spooky and I have avoided him all day since.