Sunday 17th November 1935

Evening; I went for a lone walk along the muddy riverside. The Thames running high and it’s still raining… At Bell Weir I walked over the lock gates and out along the weir bridge. Rather fun; I’d no right to be there. Water was rushing through. The lower side almost level with the upper. Flood!
I saw the lock-keeper come out and turn a flashlight on the water. Measuring depth, perhaps? He didn’t see me.