3 June 1907 – 9 June 1907

A half-an-hour of to-day I spent in a punt under a copper beech out of the pouring rain listening to Lady ----'s gamekeeper at A---- talk about beasts and local politics--just after a visit of inspection to the Heronry in the firs on the island in the middle of the Lake. It was delightful to hear him describing a Heron killing an Eel with "a dap on the niddick," helping out the figure with a pat on the nape of his thick bull neck.