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27.10.

2022

The migration

July had been blown like out like a candle by biting wind that
ushered in the leaden august sky. A sharp stinging drizzle fell
billowing into the opaque grey sheets when the wind caught along
the Bournemouth sea front the beaches huts turned black wooden
faces towards greeny-grey froth chained sea that leapt eagerly at
the cement bulwark of the shore the gulls had been tumbled
inward over the town and they now drifted above the house-tops
on the taut wings whining peevishly it was the sort of the weather
calculated to try anyone endurance

Considered as a group as a family was not a very as the


preprocessing sight that afternoon for the weather had brought
with it the usual selection of ills to which were prone for me lying
on the floor labeling on the collection of shells it had brought a
catarrh pouring it into my skull like cement so that I was forced to
breathe stertorously through open mouth for my brother Leslie
hunched dark and glowering by the fire it had flamed the
convolutions of his years so that they blend delicately but
persistently to my sister margo it had delivered a fresh dappling
of the acne spots to a face that was already blotched like a red
veil for my mother there was rich and bubbling cold and a twinge
of rheumatism to season it only my eldest brother was untouched
but it was sufficient that he was irritated by our failings.

It was Larry of course who was started it. The rest of us felt too
apathetic to think of anything excepted of our own ills but Larry
was designed by providence to go through life like a small blond
firework exploding ideas in other people minds and then curling
up with cat like unctuousness and refusing to take any blame for
the consequences.
He had become increasingly irritable as the afternoon wore on at
length the glancing moodily in the room he decided to attack the
mother as being the obvious case of the trouble.

Why do we stand this bloody climate? He asked suddenly making


a gesture toward the rain distorted window look at it if it comes to
that look at us………Margo swollen up like a plate of a scarlet
porridge …… Leslie wandering around the fourteen fathoms of the
cotton wool in each ear. Gerry sounds as though he had the cleft
palate from the birth. And look at you : you’re looking more
decrepit and hang ridden every day .

Mother peered over the top of the large volume entitled Easy
Recipes from Rajputana indeed I’m not she said indignantly. You
are Larry insisted you are beginning to look like a Irish washer-
woman … and your family looks like a series of illustrations from a
medical encyclopedia.

Mother could think of no really crushing reply to this so she


contented herself with a glare before retreating once more behind
her book.

What we need is sunshine don’t you agree, Les?...

Leslie unraveled a large quantity of cotton wool from one ear.


What did you say he asked.

There you are Larry turning triumphantly to mother it is a major


operation to hold a conversation with him I asked you say and the
other one can’t be understood. Really it was the time something
was done . I can’t be expected produce deathless prose in the
atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus.

Yes dear, said mother vaguely.

What we all need said Larry getting into his stride his sunshine a
country were w can grow. Yes dear that would be nice agreed
mother not really listening I had a letter from George from this
morning he says Corfu wonderful why don’t we can pack up and
go to Greece.

Very well dear if you like said mother unguardedly where Larry
was concerned she was generally very carefully not to commit
herself.

When asked Larry? rather surprised at this cooperation. Mother


perceiving that she had made a tactical error, cautiously lowered
Easy Recipes from Rajputana well I should think I made a sensible
idea if you were to go on ahead and arrange things there you can
tell me if it is nice and we all can follow she said cleverly.

Larry gave a withering look.

You said that when I suggested going to spain he reminded her


and I sat for two intermediate months in Seville waiting for you to
come out while did you nothing except write me massive letters
about drains and drinking water as though I was the town clerk or
something no if were going to Greece lets all go together.

You do aggressive or exaggerate said mother plaintively anyway I


can’t go just like that I have to arrange something about this
house.

Arrange? Arrange for what heaven sake? Sell it. I cant do that
dear, said mother shocked. Why not? But I have just brought
about it. Sell it while it’s still untarnished then. Don’t be ridiculous
dear, said mother firmly; that’s quite out of the question. It would
be madness.

So we sold the house and fled from the gloom of the English
grammar summer like a flock of migrating swallows.

We all travelled light taking only with us only what we considered


to be the bare essential of the life. When we opened the luggage
for customs inspection the content of us bags were a fair
indication of character and intersects. Thus Margo luggage
contains a multitude of diaphanous garments three books of the
slimming and a regiment of small bottles each containing some
elixir guaranteed to cure acne. Lesile’s case held a couple of the
roll –top pullovers and a pair of the trousers which were wrapped
round two revolvers. An air pistol a book called be your own
gunsmith and a large bottles of oil that leaked. Larry was
accompanied by two trunks of books and a briefcase containing
his clothes mother’s luggage was divided into two types between
clothes and various volume of the cooking and gardening. I
travelled with only those items that I thought necessary to relive
the tedium of a long journey four books on a natural history a
butterfly net and a dog and a jam jar full of caterpillar all in
imminent danger of turning full of chrysalids thus by stand fully
equipped we left the clammy shores of England.

France was rain washed and sorrowful Switzerland was like a


Christmas cake Italy was like exuberant noisy and smelly were
passed leaving only confused memories the tiny ship throbbed
away from the heel of the Italy out into the twilit sea

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