Monday 7th September 1936

A walk in Windsor Park, with Gwyn. We took the terrier from her digs with us. This time, she led the way and at dusk we found a tall white statue – the Obelisk – and a white stone bridge over a pool – the Obelisk Pond. Then darkness – and we were lost. The dog had to be carried. When Gwyn was carrying it she looked most frightfully sweet.

At last we came to a big lake and yes! It was Virginia Water. Back to the Venture 11 o’clock. As she was going into the gateway, Gwyn paused and tilted back her head. Our lips touched gently.