Sunday 6th June 1937

Blazing June! A lazy day, basking in the sunshine.

Anne came to Southend so I wasn’t lonely. We lunched at Shoeburyness. Lay talking in the grass above Western Esplanade until the crowd became too thick and proletarian. Drowsily lounged in deck chairs at the pier head, still talking. Had tea in a quiet café in Alexandra Street and Welsh rarebits at Garon’s. The crowds became more and more loathsome. But it was a good day.