Sunday 10th March 1935

Tea with Bob Young at Windsor. In future he is to be called by his second name – Dick – which I like better.

This time we parted at the Copper Horse – 10.30p.m. and a windy night. Examined the thing by flashlight. Then a crazy mood seized me and I climbed to the top. Rush of wind. I could just touch the horse’s belly, as I stood below it, with my out stretched hand. More tricky journey down, in the dark. Took my shoes off and Young directed the way with the aid of my flash. He thought I was mad. I was!

Diary entry, March 10th or following week;
“Ashes of love to be cast to the four winds of heaven”