Wednesday 18th December 1935

Miss Rowlands and I, mutually bored, went for a ride. A cold evening with patches of fog. Went through Thorpe and to St. Anne’s Hill – all strange to her.

Up the Old Coach Road and to the Nun’s Grove. Eventually reached the summit and came down past the Well, where we threw stones. I expounded all the local legends and added a few more of my own.