A strange plant; voices recorded for posterity; Ricky “will get every encouragement”; farewell to good neighbours; bad behaviour at Bournemouth; a Glossy Starling; Lady’s Slippers to paint, and monkeys and soldiers.
It is Easter-time, 1968, and the Brenan family spends some of the holiday at The Ridge, arriving on April 8th. Gran escorts the increasingly bird-keen Stuart around the Pinewood and the Lake on 9th. She discovers a strange plant:
In the mud at the end of the Lake I saw a surprising sight. Scattered about were about half a dozen Arum Lilies – they must have been garden escapes, but how they got there I cannot imagine. They were inaccessible, streams all round and the mud deep, but I ran home for my Wellington boots and managed to reach the smallest one. They are a clear yellow, faintly touched with green and some very large though the whole plant was quite short. I can find no definite mention of them in any book, except that there are species of African Arums and they may be one of these. But what are they doing here, open in a rather cold April?