Sunday 17th January 1937

Rose late, still feeling not too “enthusiastic”. Dismal, wintry weather.

After lunch, John and I (heroically) walked to Thorpe. Tea, once again, at the Old Mill House. Out into the wind and the rain – but not the exhilarating type of rough weather. Rather cheerless, on the contrary. We went over the shoulder of St. Anne’s Hill and grimly trudged along Chertsey Lane until, near Staines, a welcome bus appeared.