Tremendous morning's work.
|High Street, Arundel|
|Littlehampton pier and harbour|
It seems to me that there is both pleasure and sadness in revisiting places from one's past. I can say that sometimes the experience brings on a genuine physical sensation, as if the heart is being gently squeezed in the chest. I am not sure what emotion this experience is a manifestation of. Perhaps there is no name for it. I have never shared this feeling with others and so have no way of knowing if it is common or unusual, though I do think that I have seen something of the sort described in literature. I do seem to have become more aware of sensation in and around my heart as I have aged; as a young man I took it for granted.
Additionally for June 1st., see 'In time of war'
Sergeant Humberstone had his son down here yesterday. Humberstone has been all his life in the army - Coldstreams etc., and is called "Dad" by all the other Non-com. officers. His son received a commission on the field for gallantry. When he came home, considerably knocked about, and met his father, his father saluted him, whereupon the son threw his arms round his father's neck and kissed him. During his visit here, father has introduced him with restrained pride to Myers and others. Humberstone is a very nice old man.