St. Andrew's concert grand, a one-act play of 1745 was well done, particularly Peggy Taylor, (Mary's sister-in-law) was nice – her red hair looked beautiful; Sheila Bruce and Rhexie Stalker did Highland Fling with 2 men. Kinlock was good, so was someone who played bagpipes. Some lovely kilts. ((However did the owners manage to bring kilts into camp?))
Chieftain was Mr. Kenneth Morrison (with a moustache and English accent.) He spoke of Major H. R. Forsyth who had commanded Scottish Company of HKVDC, and was killed during fighting in Stanley, and of Captain Black (Alison's father) who was murdered near the very hall we were in. ((Mr Morrison died suddenly early in 1943)). Forsyth was Vice-Chieftain last year at St Andrews night.
Have started on thyroid pills again. Mabel and I went for a walk with Tony in morning – beautiful scenery round by the bungalows and St Stephens, and a seaplane came low down.
News of unrest in town and rockets over Shamshuipo.