Saturday March 19th 1932

Had a bath and walked to Bradgate Park. Bully beef sandwiches and a flask of tea. Anstey, Newtown Linford. Into the Park just at twilight. Tea on a bridge near the Lady Lane Gray ruins. Then up to Old John. Silence. Distant lights. Thought of the past. Walked through the wood to the War Memorial. A slight breeze from the south.

Vigil. Quiet. Prayer. Remembrance. Back to Old John. Thought of the future, then started back down. Nearly lost my way in the dark, until I saw the Gray ruins and so reached the road. Home llpm. Six hours journey.