At the cottage, Ipplepen. Decided to catch 12-30 train to Torquay and travelled all night. Managed to get a compartment between a sailor boy and myself, so that we could stretch our limbs and snooze. Sailor proved to be a Nelson boy, and a school chum of my cousin’s, in the submarine service. He entertained me with his adventures. Having fallen asleep I was carried beyond my destination to a quaint little town of Totnes, but all came right in the end.
Walk March 