Chapter III Guildford to Dunbridge, and a riff on clay pipes.
On the Hog's Back he sees gypsies:
'I liked the look of the gypsies camping... If they were not there in fact, they would have to be invented. They are at home there. See them at nightfall, with their caravans drawn up facing the wind, and the men by the half-door at the back smoking, while the hobbled horses are grazing and the children playing near.'
|(I owned a 'vardo' like this for some years but moved to a terraced house so it went to a good home.)|
'A small inn labelled "Cobbett's Birthplace" in letters as big as are usually given to the name of a brewer.'.
He travelled on westward to Willey Mill on the Wey, the Surrey/Hampshire border.
In a remarkable passage Thomas describes a hunt, emphasising the scarlet riders and ending:
After this the chapter diverts from topology into:-
a tale of two sisters , Martha and Mary, with the characteristics implied by those names,
and then into clay pipes. Edward Thomas always carried his 'clay' a simple workman's pipe, and he riffs at great length on their different shapes, thickness, thinness and suitability.
'This perfect clay pipe came from a shop at Oxford. Everywhere else I have looked in vain for them. I have never seen any one else smoking them who had not got them from me.
Tastes differ, but in this matter I cannot believe that anyone capable of distinguishing one clay from another would deny this one's excellence.
The Other Man cared nothing for the matter. He awoke from the stupor to which he had been reduced by listening, and asked,-
"Did you see that weather-vane at Albury in the shape of a pheasant? or the fox-shape one by the ford at Butts green? ......'
Poem - Digging, the first poem written after Edward Thomas enlisted. He sweeps through aeons of time.
Letting down two clay pipes into the earth?
The one I smoked, the other a soldier
Of Blenheim, Ramillies, and Malplaquet
Perhaps. The dead man's immortality
Lies represented lightly with my own,
A yard or two nearer the living air
Than bones of ancients who, amazed to see
Almighty God erect the mastodon,
Once laughed, or wept, in this same light of day.