Sunday, February 18, 2007

Saturday 29th July 1933

Morning: My solitude soon ended by arrival of Peter. Others arrive after dinner. Painfully paddled him into Windy Creek. Difficult getting out against the wind; that is why I call it “Windy”. A sudden shower of rain – I took shelter under a shady overhanging tree on Horace’s Island. Dreamy place. Trees and water!

Tea over, I set forth in search of a Doctor. Walked to Langholme. No trace so walked to Scothern. The right hand gathering had to be opened. I felt frightened as I sat waiting. “I shall not be responsible if you jerk!” Soon over. Horrible feeling of sickness gradually passed. Then I walked back to camp.


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