Walked by a canal with a new mate; chap named Roche. He is good fun and very imaginative. Whilst I did a sketch he couldn’t resist the temptation to get into the canal with a whole horde of boys who were bathing there. To get in the water with a certain degree (minimum) of modesty, he wound an old rag around his loins and took a header into the unknown. The chief difficulty arose after he got out, which he overcame by getting back wet into his clothes. R. is a bit of a dreamer and can’t sleep for the workings of his imagination and often roams around the camp half-dressed at all hours of the night.