Thursday 23rd June 1938

This morning, Lois and I stood at the end of the orchard, behind Oakdene. I took the ring from my pocket. Green and red and gold. Slowly I slipped it on the third finger of her left hand. Slowly I bent and kissed that finger. Lois moved suddenly into my arms, her hands behind my head, her face sideways on my shoulder. “Oh Stephen, I’m so happy!”

Ecstatic moments! So ecstatic that I will not write of anything else that happened today!