Weather deteriorating. Quite a bit of rain and chilly and sunless.
We had arranged a combined bathing and picnic party with Molly Courtauld and her children, but we had to make do with a ‘picnic’ tea in the dining room and games afterwards.
The Montys came in later to see the party.
Grattan hoped to get down this evening, but telephoned later that he couldn’t catch the last train.