Alec’s diary continues:
Did not go to bed but amused the household by sleeping on sofa most of the morning. Don Hewlett looked down in early afternoon so decided to take him for a ride with us out to Portishead. We all met at East Clevedon Tree at 6.15 p.m. Cycled out to Possett*. My lamp working OK (I think). Stopped at the White Hart Walton [Weston] in Gordano. Had a few quick ones and a game of table skittles. Out to the Royal at Possett, a few more drinks then on to the Como. Some weird and assorted wenches there so did the piano act and went down to the local hall for a dance. Packed in about 11.00 p.m. then walked all the way back to Redcliffe Bay. My lamp not working. Managed to put same right then set course for home. Donald nowhere around but Cedric and John intact.
*This had me flummoxed until I realised it’s his version of ‘Bristle‘ for Portishead – except that ‘Port Zed’ tends to be the local pronunciation. Alec’s parents were both Devonian, though, so ‘Possett’ may derive from the accents they grew up with.