Friday, July 24, 1981
Robert and Carol brought George; they’re camping in the Lakes next week, and after dinner we all went out to Farnshaw. The weather still crap, cold and wet. There was the usual jocularity in Farnshaw, and R & C said goodbye to Mum and Dad before driving me on to Easterby. I wandered round the shops with them and at Oxfam I bought Red Rumba, a travel book, and Olaf Stapledon’s Last and First Men. I also bought myself a baggy lime-green T-shirt and got my train tickets for August: £22.25.
I was lethargic all evening. Last night’s in the air still as far as I’m concerned, and perhaps I feel slight shame?