[Farringford—Thursday, 27 May 1869]
In the morning he joined us again—“Are you people going to sit at breakfast all day” he said, as we lingered talking. He walked off over the green without his hat which I carried to him and then he went with us again towards Mrs Cameron’s. She was expecting us wishing to photograph J. & M. in a very quiet cottage near the sea. T. came walking down in the course of the morning a heavy camlet cloak upon his shoulders and his wide hat giving him a strange antique look. “This is a quaint place enough, isn’t it,” he said as if he delighted in the wild disorder of it. We all walked back to a sumptuous lunch at Farringford.
One of the loveliest pictures of that old house is Mrs Tennyson reading prayers in the morning to her retinue of servants. It is a glimpse of the old old days, and carries one back to Enid and King Arthur. It is always a loss not to write upon the spot but our days were too few at Farringford.