PETROL PEPYS DIARY
Up at six of the clock and to the highroads with my poor pigeon in our scamper-waggon, it being the daye I have promised to take her into noble back country and let her cavort and breathe aire free of city smells. And Lord! when I did inhale the brave ozones of the highlands did feel full dozen years younger and cavort like yearling gazelle over the hillside whilst she spread our luncheon of succulent tripe and raspberrie jam. Then we to play like addilepated fauns, galumphing from rock to rock until we fall for sheer exhaustion, and sit breathless with awe as grande landscape spread out before us an hundred leagues, and it so still that the tapping of a nidderling woodpecker on dead tree sounde like unto the racket made by the rivetgurgeons in brave foundrie. Thence howewarde, and reach the city at fall of dusk, and me thinks never did I go home with so little heart for it, but would fain live like gypsie; willy-nilly, hither and yon for the rest of my life, but of course cannot, so home and to bed.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 154, 20 September 1927, Page 6
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190PETROL PEPYS DIARY Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 154, 20 September 1927, Page 6
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