A SNAZZ IS SPOTTED AT YARMOUTH

"We anchored for lunch and Chump and Daddy went for a swim."

S U N D A Y,  2 7  A U G U S T

Woke up to see blue sky through the hatch – marvellous. 

Breakfast in the cockpit, then we all went ashore. Daddy was so stupid, he complained about the patch on my jeans. “It looks silly and very stupid,” he said. You wouldn’t think anybody could be so petty. We went to Mr Martin’s garage to get a battery as ours packed up this morning.

Set off for Yarmouth. Wore bathing-costume but really I got so hot I felt utterly weak and could hardly move. We anchored for lunch and Chump and Daddy went for a swim.

We got to Yarmouth at 5.30 and, to my utter amazement, moored alongside a snazz.  He’s got foul hair though, it curls over at the back. Had an amusing time watching all the boats getting into a muddle, especially two boats opposite who were trying to swap places. Then Daddy told me he didn’t like my pink top, which made me a bit fed up. I attempted to do sketches - wish I wasn’t so hopeless. Mummy’s are utterly marvellous.

“I read an interesting thing on mods in the Observer by Nik Cohn*”

The difference is, the old ones had dedication and the new ones don’t. It’s quite staggering - the mods of a few years ago were so dedicated that they felt annoyed with themselves if they didn’t buy two new suits every week! 

Yarmouth’s super fun, so many boats. At 8.15 we went to the Bugle Inn – first time us two have ever been. It’s very informal and nice, but unfortunately there are only waitresses. I had hors d’oeuvres, duck and roast potatoes, and meringue Chantilly. Going back, Chump and me decided to call everything “groovy”, and Daddy joined in. “That’s a groovy dog, he’s got a groove of a tail” etc! It was very funny.

Wrote Diary in bed. I can hear fog horns in the distance. Ominous.

The Small Faces - "frequent visitors to Carnaby Street and the King's Road"

*Nic Cohn, The Observer:

"The Mod movement grew into the biggest teenage cult this country has ever known. It produced Carnaby Street, ‘Ready Steady Go!’ and the purple heart. But now the cool cult is freezing to death. In Britain’s new Hippieland, ten thousand flower children bloom.”