Saturday 23rd March 1935
Raining hard. Gloomily I donned my old clothes and met Dick at Staines Bridge. Called on Brock. And stayed to tea. Dick and I then went to the Pictures – dashed hot.
A drink at the White Lion, then we met Withey. (An old friend, Secretary of TocH at Staines.) A strange meeting, late at night on the Causeway. He’d been to the Pictures, alone. Went as far as the Bells of Ouzeley with Dick. There we stopped for a last talk and cigarettes.
When I turned to come home I faced the huge, just-waning moon, low in the eastern sky. It was nearly midnight.
A drink at the White Lion, then we met Withey. (An old friend, Secretary of TocH at Staines.) A strange meeting, late at night on the Causeway. He’d been to the Pictures, alone. Went as far as the Bells of Ouzeley with Dick. There we stopped for a last talk and cigarettes.
When I turned to come home I faced the huge, just-waning moon, low in the eastern sky. It was nearly midnight.
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