Spent an afternoon by the river at Nether Winchendon, yesterday. That's where I was once chased into the river by a gang of cows, much to the amusement of everyone who heard about it afterwards. The cows were at the far end of the place yesterday, but my whole time there was spent on tenterhooks lest they come back. However, I managed to enjoy sitting in the sun, spotting some new wild-flowers and reading Rilla of Ingleside.

Was the Great War a waste of time and lives? I'm not a pacifist, but it seems such a shame if it was an unnecessary war. Reading various books about it, such as Testament of Youth and Rilla of Ingleside, the young men who went off to fight seemed to feel that they were fighting for something very worthwhile, yet my husband says it could easily have been avoided. Still I honour their willingness to fight and sacrifice their lives for an ideal. It's good to live your life for an ideal.