Saturday 27th October 1934

Did my homework and wrote letters – including one to Peggy which might have any or no reaction.

Cycled into town – racing up the Great West Road with the wind behind me. Flying towards a great red blur in the sky, which was London. The night clouds above London are nearly always a dull red. Had hot sausages and onions at a coffee stall outside Hyde Park and was home again by midnight.

By the way, I moved into the Colour Grinding Department. Shall spend a week here, not very important.