to South Wales, where Hilda and the children are staying at Hereford Stores, packed up to leave. While heâs there he sneaks some vertiginous glimpses of his hated old parish â âwent for a walk over the Coronation Hill within sight of the parish of Ynyscynonâ â before travelling back north on his own, to be met in Wrexham by MB. Then, on 13 September, the family ARRIVE IN HANMER in capital letters. Hilda has brought her beloved sister Katie along to help and to soften the blow of leaving the Rhondda, but this doesnât prevent her from being âvery down in the mouthâ at her first sniff of country air. âShe is utterly miserable this evening,â he tells the diary. The next day she is no better (âterribly miserableâ) and the day after that he sends them off to go shopping in Whitchurch, the nearest town, six miles away, with the same result â âHilda again miserable.â On Saturday, taking stock, he finds his own secret sense of well-being wearing a bit thin: âAm not feeling very well again. This is due to the pressure of moving and Hildaâs lack of spirit.â He seems to feel, rather unreasonably, that she should be sharing in his elation, sympathising with the revolution in his feelings. âI have to bear everyoneâs burdens and my own,â the entry ends, with a surge of self-pity.
Of course, Grandma didnât yet know about MB. Once on the bicycle, on the byways of the parish, he was off her mental map. And in any case from Hildaâs point of view MB was only one of a set of local ladies who had taken doting possession of their new vicar during his first lone weeks. Chief among them was widowed Lady Kenyon, who was (it turns out) the real head of the Hanmer community, and outshone the eponymous Hanmers in both rank and wealth. The diary records that he was frequently chauffeured around in her car, and that he was regularly invited up to Gredington, the comfortableKenyon pile, for tea and for dinner tête-à -tête. Then thereâs Miss Crewe â the headmistress of the parish school â and her friend Miss Kitchin, who ran the bakery and doubled as the church organist. Miss Crewe, too, owned a car, which Miss Kitchin drove, and they gave him lifts to Chester, Shrewsbury, Oswestry and so on, and more invitations to tea. He was, it seems, Godâs gift to all the grander single women of the parish. It must quickly have become apparent to these new female friends that he and Hilda were a most ill-matched and disaffected couple. She hadnât the health, inclination or the social background to play the role of the vicarâs wife. And this unhappy fact must have added to his air of availability for them all, and particularly for MB.
She called shortly after the familyâs arrival and walked Hilda to the church âfor the first timeâ (as the diary records, possibly with irony). Instead of cooling down, their affair intensifies: âWent to Tallarn Green . . . met MB. A lovely day altogetherâ (19 September). He is hardly ever in his new vicarage and often eats supper or goes to play cards with the people at the lodgings he stayed in when he first arrived in the village, where MB often drops by, too. And very soon this family â the Watsons, who keep the shop â are in on the secret. As the autumn closes in, and the weather gets wet and foggy, his double life keeps him idyllically busy. Official parish duties even promise fun, too: âWent to the meeting at the Parish Hall for entertainments . . . there will be quite a lot to do at Hanmer as time goes on.â Although the pace occasionally gets hard to sustain, it seems, for on Saturday, 7 October he reverts to the old ploy of hiding in his study and pretending heâs elsewhere: âDecided to be away all day so as to have a quiet day.â
Itâs the day the clocks go back. He finds himself pausing for reflection