An old Scotch woman came in the Castle today. She was from near Campbelltown, Kintyre, and was down to visit her son, ill in the Military Hospital here. She told me how long was the journey from Campbelltown, and how difficult the ferry across to the mainland. I told her my great ambition was to see the Highlands, and she said “Man! What a treat ye have in store for ye! But mind ye, to really appreciate the Highlands, ye have to have something here” – touching her breast. I said I hoped her son was getting better, and she said he was, and that, after her first anxiety, it had been “a very interesting outing”! She promised to send me a postcard of Glasgow Cathedral.
No alarm tonight. Went to Rose’s all evening. This is three nights without a plane over.
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