Wednesday 6th January 1937

A lone walk in the windy night. (“Got to keep fit… Nothing left but keeping fit”.) Left digs soon after 6 and was back before 9 o’clock, feeling devilish hungry. Had been through the Great Park, across the Duke of Windsor’s private airfield (especially windy there; I sang) and eventually around the northern side of Virginia Water. Unusual to be alone instead of with some girl. I only smoked one pipe and one cigarette, whilst out!