Saturday 3rd November 1934

Last morning in the Colour Grinding Shop. I remember this as a fairly, free and easy week, when I made myself thoroughly dirty. My instructor, Collier, being away most of the time, I was left to my own devises – with a machine of my own!

At that old garden gate by Knight’s Bridge… Moonlight filtered through the leaves… a fish splashed in the river…

Her in my arms again, lips against mine, that subtle fragrance – just the same. Yet different, happily. And we’re together again!