Tuesday 24th October 1933

An evening walk around Callow Hill. Alone with the woods and the night. My glowing cigarette and sometimes the clear, revealing light of my torch. Met nobody, except on the roads. Wet wind blew in my face; it was almost raining. Silently I defied the darkness.

Returning, I reached the railway line and feeling crooked, scaled a signal post. Green lamp. On a crazy platform, shaking in the wind. Still feeling crooked, I got back on the road by trespassing in strange fields. Stealthy approach to houses. Looking for a gap in the hedge I found one, all right.