Monday 7th August 1933

After breakfast, grim fencing duels with improvised sticks. Good sport. Inspected the three camp sites, last night the camp was very untidy but before inspection they worked well, as I found every where very neat.

Grannie and I spent the morning charting the lake. I punted idly while he sketched. Nephew (of London), Grannie and myself had tea drifting across the lake in Lion.

After tea we played “Follow the Leader”, I led them a wild goose chase indeed, and cut both knees doing it. Seven in camp tonight. All went to the Wolves tent for yarns. Nearly midnight and almost as light as day, under the moon. Far too late.