8th August 1915

Sunday. At Hebburn. My first thought when I rose this morning was of what occurred about the same time last Sunday. You will remember we all went up to the Hoe. I wondered if you went up this morning with Marion, George and Joe. Perhaps you didn’t as I was absent, altho’ as Charlie was in all probability home for the weekend, perhaps you and your brother went with the others. I do hope Charlie was fortunate enough to come home for the weekend for t will help you so much to overcome the otherwise rather monotonoustime. In such circumstances I shouldn’t be surprised if you were looking forward to getting back to work tomorrow.

This afternoon I thought of last Sunday afternoon at Hartley – plus the diary. I’m rather sorry that we didn’t get through those two books, but we will do so in the days of Peace I hope.

I wrote to Aunt Nina and Marion this afternoon. I apologised for my absence from home when she called last Thursday as I thought she might have got a bit “huffy” over that occurrence since she made no other effort to see me ere I left.

In Marion’s letter I hoped she would not act so foolish again. I told her due allowance should be made for her age as she was so young to be so far ahead in love affairs, but I hoped her will would have made up for that, and I hoped she would in future be more serious in her affairs and not be so fickle. I am a little bit older than Marion and I think in a position to advise her, and I only hope she will take my advice to heart.

I also told her that I had blamed myself for being to some extent the cause of George having been so much in her company. I told her how it had been your wish on more than one occasion for George to come with us for a change, so as to leave Joe and her together. George was ever a “stumbling block” though and he would hang on, much to Joe’s wrath – and was he to blame, poor old boy?┬áIn view of what occurred I am more than ever sorry that I didn’t make George come with us, but our time was so precious. It was the old case of two being company and three being a nuisance.

This evening I went to Church with one of our petty officers. I went to the same Church as on two previous occasions. Rather enjoyed the service – taken by the Curate. His text was taken from Ezekiel and dealt with the “miracle of the fig tree”. He applied it to modern customs and dealt very neatly and strongly with a rather complicated lesson.

Of course I thought of you from 6-30 p.m. and at various periods onwards and forgot not our little unfortunate time of last Sunday. Thank goodness we soon made amends and if we never have a worse “upset” than that, we shall not do so bad during our career.

After Church my companion and I went to Hebburn Park, where the Hebburn Colliery Prize Band was performing for charitable purposes. It was a very dull evening and as there were no lights in the bandstand, the performers had to finish at 8-20 p.m. after only playing three tunes. We heard them play two pieces, and they did very well, and I was sorry that their charitable efforts did not have better weather to assist them.

We returned on board at 9 p.m. I had some supper and went to bed about 10 p.m. I was feeling much happier at having been to Church, so there must be some good derived from such a visitation.

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