Monday 21st August 1933

Sleep – Sheep around the tent sleep. Up, while the others still slumbered. Cycled to Langworth for provisions. Back to Sudbrooke. All asleep, so I awakened them with “Amy” on the gramophone; “You’re the little day that has captured every heart”. Today has been a musical day. Music at dinner, tea and while I shaved.

Evening stroll with Akel, through timbered woods to the scene of our night exploits. House with red curtains etc. Some of us went to Temple walk and later, darkness found us in Miss Gilbert’s garden – strange country! Walls, walls, gates and locks. Should we never get out? Emerged near the ruins. Summer lightening. I think this will be my last week.