Saturday 26th February 1938

I am sitting in the car in a country lane near Bury St. Edmunds, Suffolk. I turned off the main road a little while ago and drove some distance. Eventually I cut out the engine. When the car at last came to a standstill here, I began to write. The time is 3pm or a little later. It has been sunny but now it is grey, as usual. Since the engine stopped I can hear the wind, outside, but it is warm here. I am trying to regain serenity after a chaotic Yesterday.

And yesterday was:-