March 21st, Sunday
A very large Parade for some reason. The Institute was crammed and the concert of coughs proportionate. Sleep was indulged in after lunch but was rudely disturbed by the entrance of Mr Kerans, tiresome toad.

March 22nd
This afternoon I set off on my lonesome to “leave cards”. It poured nearly all the time but so good for the complexion!

March 24th
The rain came down in torrents, so much so that I wondered whether it was any use going up to my Mothers Meeting. However off I traipsed and there found 7 awaiting me. They are all full of a bazaar they want me to get up here in July, an appalling idea but will have to be done and I am very frightened!

March 25th
Again the morning spent in useful chars. After lunch we drove to the du Ports and had tea and played Bridge. Poor Capt du Port is on the sick list having got a poisoned face from a fencing mask he wore at Aldershot.

March 26th, Friday
I attended the nursing lecture this afternoon. After it was over Cpt Storrs took me all round the new Families Hospital and consulted me with much gravity on all sorts of subjects of which I know nothing. He is having endless bother with it all and the RAMC seems an impossible Corps to get anything arranged satisfactorily with.

March 27th, Saturday
The Harriers were supposed to have gone out last Wednesday for the last time but as I couldn’t go the Master took them out again today on purpose for me!! I was much delighted and thought it was most charming of him. We met at Barrow Clump, found almost immediately and had a long and most sporting run across the edge of the Plain and finally lost in the Rendalls Plantation. Ww then found in Silk Plantation and after a quite good scurry killed in the open. By that time it grew late and cold and I came home.

March 29th, Monday
This day I set off on an expedition all the way to Lee to ascertain what sort of place it is and whether we could possibly all get into Mrs Giddy’s house. I started at 10, had nearly two hours to wait at Salisbury, but got into a carriage which deposited me at Morthoe, the station for Lee, without a change. I found a weird conveyance awaiting me, a sort of canoe shaped shaudradan (sic) with a glass front drawn by a large cart horse who pounded along the narrow lanes at his own pace. I was charmed by the beauty of the place, situated as it is at the bottom of a thickly wooded ravine down the centre of which rushes a little steam. We pulled up at a tiny little new house, ugly and villainish but neat, tidy and clean and at the door stood Mrs Giddy, a nice homely old thing and we at once made friends. I went all over the house and decided that at all costs we must manage to squeeze in somehow because it all seemed so nice. I went for a lovely walk and retired to bed early, sleeping like a log.

March 30th
I awoke to the sound of Mrs Giddy’s knock and rain, but after breakfast it cleared and I went out and scrambled up the precipice in fathoms of mud to inspect the house the Arthurs are thinking of taking. It is still in the building and stands in the middle of a field at the top of a mountain. I shouldn’t like the climb every day. My walks along the beach and cliffs were lovely and yesterday I scrambled round to the sandy bathing cove. I left at 12 with much regret.