July 23, 1942
Caught a train from Waterloo to Barnstaple – had a nice trip up but was very disappointed to find that I couldn’t get to any of the places I wanted to go. A chap I met on the train was taking his two baby girls to the country – one four and one two. His wife was killed in a blitz in London. He is sending me a picture of the lake where King Arthur is supposed to have thrown his sword. Stayed at the Royal Fortescue Hotel in Barnstaple. Met a chap by the name of Henderson, a machine maker from Birmingham. In the evening we walk out to a village by the name of Tawstock.