Monday 21st September 1936
Up at 7 o’clock and had fried bacon for breakfast, at Kapai. Left works before 9 with White, to finish the Norland changeover. Edmonton, Enfield, Hendon… The engine kept stalling and delays and repairs made us late.
Reached the bungalow about 7:30. After a small tea I started writing a letter to Gwyn. Had just written the first sentence when I heard a footfall on the path in the darkness beyond the window light. Gwyneth! (I love the way she lounges un-sedately on the bed, instead of sitting primly in a chair.)
The island where we had our camp fire is to be called “Witchery Island”.
Reached the bungalow about 7:30. After a small tea I started writing a letter to Gwyn. Had just written the first sentence when I heard a footfall on the path in the darkness beyond the window light. Gwyneth! (I love the way she lounges un-sedately on the bed, instead of sitting primly in a chair.)
The island where we had our camp fire is to be called “Witchery Island”.
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