Sunday 11pm. (20 October 1918)

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.