The Henson Journals

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10th Sunday after Trinity, August 21st, 1927. Brockham End.

The morning was fine after yesterday's deluge, and the rain–washed landscape seen in the sun–light was very beautiful. We all attended the morning service in the little parish church of North Stoke. Save for 3 hymns, the service was read, and I thought the effect excellent. The elderly Australian rector preached an excellent little simple edifying sermon from the concluding verses of the 137th Psalm: "Yes, blessed shall he be that taketh thy children, and throweth them against the stones". On the whole I have not attended a service which pleased me better for many a long year. The whole congregation including parsons & choir numbered about 20 persons.

In the afternoon Ella went in to Bath to visit Miss Percival, and Aleck took me out to inspect his plantations. But we were soon driven indoors by a violent thunderstorm, which was accompanied by deluges of rain. After 2 hours it cleared, & the sun shone brightly. Leng drove me into Bath to meet Ella, and we had another but lesser storm!

On returning to the house, I wrote to William. It pleased me that the gardener here inquired after him in a very friendly way. He seems to have made a good impression, which pleased me the more since it added a confirmation to my own judgement of him.