Overcast, a little drizzling rain, but fairly warm. Finished digging the patch next the tomatoes. Lifted the first row of Red King as the whole of that patch needs liming & it is simpler to lift the potatoes at once. They are poor but a little better than the K. Edwards, & only one or two rotten ones among them. Am going to scrap the tomatoes as they will come to nothing. Arranged to sell off all the fowls, as it is evident we shall only be able to come down here at weekends & it is impossible to continue with any livestock. Shall probably make Mr N. a present of the goats.
 Perhaps Mr. Nicholls, the owner of the ‘broken-down old wreck’ of a male goat referred to by Orwell in a letter to Jack Common; see 29.5.39. Peter Davison