Monday, May 07, 2007

Monday 9th March 1936

Gwyn and I wandered over Callow Hill. Like St Anne’s, it has known me in many moods and various situations. Gwyn is very game, as regards scrambling about sand quarries and so forth.

Few modern young ladies could be so undignified!

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