. We had a ‘Play’ today which was pleasant and unexpected. This afternoon Low and myself started off for a lengthy perambulation. Starting by going over Westminster Bridge we went in search of the book-barrows of which we had both heard, we found them but they did not come up to our expectations.
From there we crossed Waterloo Bridge. I had to pause a minute. I am always getting new surprises of the beauty of London but even I, I don’t think, have seen Westminster with its towers looking more beautiful than it did this afternoon at 3.30 from Waterloo Bridge with a sort of orange-red haze handing over it and the sun reflected on the river where on barge was slowly wending its way, with the figure of the man straining at his oar sharply outline against the golden-brown of the sun on the water.