Wednesday 26th August 1936

Met my railway-kiosk lady tonight. We had tea at Pat’s then took out a punt.

Madge: Quite unrefined of course but very refreshing. I don’t think we can converse about anything but love. (She said another boy had said she would make a good lover. The “boy” must have had a eye for a fine wench.)

I punted up the Colne then moored alongside the bank. It was a comfortable punt with soft cushions and all that. As we lay there we heard romantic music from the Fair, softened by distance. Saw the stars come out one by one…

Then glided downstream in the darkness…