16 March 1914 – 22 March 1914

Dreamed about New Zealand. Very de- lightful.

Dreamed about N.Z. again — one of the painful dreams when I'm there and hazy about my re- turn ticket.

Travelled with two brown women. One had a basket of chickweed on her arm, the other a basket of daffodils. They both carried babies bound, some- how, to them with a torn shawl. Neat spare women with combed and braided hair. They slung talk at each other across the bus. Then one woman took a piece of bread from her sagging pocket and gave it to the baby, the other opened her bodice and put the child to her breast. They sat and rocked their knees and darted their quick eyes over the bus load. Busy and indifferent they looked.

Went to the Albert Hall with B.C. A bad, dull concert. But I thought all the while that I'd rather be with musical people than any others, and that they're mine, really. A violinist (miles away) bent his head and his hair grew like G.'s : that made me think so, I suppose. I ought to be able to write about them wonderfully.