Saturday 14th September 1935

Dick and I called on John. Theatrical atmosphere when John rushed downstairs and told his hostess that he’d lost 8d! We walked down riverside to Penton Hook and around the silent island. Delightful moonlight.

Back in Staines, we tried the Pack Horse, first the lounge and then the saloon bar, where I fell through a chair without embarrassment. Were fascinated by some penny in the slot machine. John was very Yorkshire in his treatment of it!