76	Outside the old farm buildings look like that “dear old world” which is so fast vanishing away and the carter took me aside to tell me “they boys” was the plague of his life -“Never would let a hoss alone - sensible creatures they be: left to ‘emselves - (Not the boys, course; but the hosses)”.
77	A field of oats was being reaped on the right hand side of the way, as I came homewards and the machine hummed and whirred like a gigantic grasshopper far away over the sloping ground.
78	Passing up the street, I found Mrs. Dawes had her little grandchildren down from London (in the old house where many a farmer of today went to school). In the little cottage adjoining Mr. Samuel Pamplin passed away, after he retired from the Post Office.
79	And now Mr. Harry Barnes in his crimson waistcoat awaits us at the shop door and the “Village Pub” - many a scene have I witnessed in the open space in front of the door and many a time I nearly got knocked on the head by a band of excited gipsies - Though as a rule I was “best of friends” with them all - But in a stand up fight look out for your head! Here old “Major Ayres” had his ribs broken and the Frankhams paid £5 at Alton for dancing on his chest - Here I went, before church one Sunday morning to deliver a note, and two thirsty souls called out “Ah! ‘e’ll open for Parson! Come on!” but he didn’t; and they went away disappointed. These old “thatch roofed” cottages are fast disappearing from our lands - I was dining at a friends house one night - when 13 cottages were burnt down within the hour -charming to the eye as this old inn - but they have never been rebuilt.
80	It was at Weston Patrick (near to Odiham) The engine arrived on the scene when all was over: And the hose was got out and a stream of water thrown on the burning pile; but it was too far gone to do any good and it might have been left to burn out of itself.
81	However the Firemen looked very smart in their brass helmets and the captain was a magnificent figure of a man. And they marched about from one burning heap to another and looked very important.”
82	And all the boys and men turned out and warmed their hands and kicked sparks out of the smouldering logs; and everyone enjoyed himself to his hearts’ content; - except the poor creatures who lost their “little all”.
83	Next morning the village was “in ruins”; - blackened walls, and old chimney stacks, standing bare to the sky (where cosy life had nestled together and the family had warmed itself at the hearth) Too sad for words.
84	And thirteen households were without a roof over their heads - Such distress and despair I never have seen (and as I say) these cottages have never been rebuilt.
85	We have tramped a pretty long way - But, if you are not tired, we will “step round” by Westcourt and Millcourt and Froyle and Frensham and Farnham; - “Only a little way” -So cheer up - “the fancy flies” without fatigue. “The sheep fold” at the back of the church and schools belongs to George Langrish Esq. - you can see (to the left) the roof of Mr. Daniel Inwood’s Farm called “Binsted King’s” (the original holding under the Norman Crown).
86	The shepherd (Mr. Daniel Clements) and his son stand by the “turnip cutting machine” and a “Dish 0’ Mangles” is always ready for the “hungry multitude” about dinner-time -one seldom thinks of the shepherd, out in the cold night and the rough weather; - but he is a “power” on a farm and he has to be “father, mother, nurse and Doctor” to his woolly coated family.