A lovely peaceful night. No alarms, no planes, no dreams. Lay dozing and reading till 12 noon. Then breakfast of bread, butter, marmalade and tea. Writing notes, looked over “Chadborough Farm” – Rotten. Read through typescript of my Journals 1920 to 1926 – feeble. Must try again.
Went out in sunshine and ate blackberries. I think I am going to enjoy this place immensely. I want to draw the cottage, and get some accurate idea of date.
Lovely day. Cold.