I replied, ‘yes, I do remember it.’I remember it well. In fact, it will be some time before I forget it…
It was one Saturday in August. There was George, and Harris, and me. We were tired and hungry. When we got to Datchet, we took out of the boat the basket of food, the two bags, and the coats and things. Then we began to look for somewhere to stay. We passed a very pretty little hotel, but there were no roses round the door. I wanted somewhere with roses round the door. I do not know why.Anyway, I said, ‘Oh, we don’t want to go there. Let’s look for a little hotel with roses round the door.’