June 1st, Wednesday
This is Derby Day and I wonder how many people will have made their fortunes and otherwise by tonight. A day of orchard toil for me and to hockey went Pink. The crudity of East Africa was in evidence yesterday when Narraway and Crtich were waiting at Turners for the tractor piece. Barker was engaged in making Bob Curtis’ coffin and not being expert at this job, C got out and gave him advice and instruction. Is there anything that C doesn’t know, from coffin making to dressmaking and laundry work!! Bob by the way had arrived at the Home the night before he died and the next morning sent his boy for a bottle of beer which he managed to drink secretly and died immediately after.

June 2nd
Our four who are off to Entebbe tomorrow spent the entire day preparing. Tonight just before sundowner we saw the new young moon looking quite lovely in the fading evening light and at the same time found the first tobacco flowers out. How the scent of it carried me Home to “summer evenings long ago sitting on a gate”. It is an exquisite scent and why don’t people grow it more here?

June 3rd
At 4.30 the household roused itself and the faithful Auyone dispensed tea. I think the native boy is rather wonderful. We had given order for this overnight but how he knew it was 4.30 beats me. At last with bags and baggages they were off and we were left in solitary state.

June 4th, Saturday
A brilliant afternoon and the air is full of the sleepy sounds of insects and an occasional bird. The garden is bright with every kind of flower and the culminating joy is a new table which H and N have made for me. These two pictures from the Sphere should prove amusing in years to come. Our legs are certainly well in evidence these days and the pity is that so few have good ones. (See previous panel).

June 6
Work in the orchard. Towards the end of the morning when my totos show signs on weariness I start them singing and then work goes on apace. Hymns are their forte and we have a weird variety. One they sing in English not understanding a word, and they would be surprised at a certain verse which runs “I’m glad I love my enemy in my heart.” This afternoon I have been struggling with Kharki garments for the garden work and the machine rebelled and I raged.

June 9th, Thursday
Last night the children brought back the news of Fairbairn’s death from Blackwater fever. I somehow felt it would end thus. He died on Tuesday and was buried the same day.

June 10th
We are much thrilled over the first flowers of the Coraea Scandens, big bell flowers which open pale green and as the day advances turn deep purple. They are quite new to me and a joy to see. Tomorrow we go to Eldoret for a week and really because of the garden I am loth to go!