There was no Mass this morning, only Holy Communion. Mám and I were delighted to find a long and beautiful letter from Páp. He gives a lovely description of Dachau, but says it is strange from what it was 20 years ago, that it is ‘Heimat in der Fremde’ [home has become foreign] He is going to get me a fine atlas! There was also a letter from Fr. Pat. He is coming next Tuesday. Didn’t do any piano to-day as Mám was so tired from sleeplessness, so I went for a glorious swim with Charlie Mansfield. The heat was boiling, the water luke-warm, and on the strength of it we crossed the river twice going up over 200 yards and swimming back with the current. After we tried to catch a fine trout about ½ lb with our hands, but failed. In the same pool we watched a monstrous eel, who stuck forth his head from out his lair, and opened his white mouth as the little trout darted to and fro in front of him. Had 3 glorious sets of tennis with the 3 best players in the club. Went boating and had my 3rd swim to-day up the river. Then pulled up a bit, read, ate sweets, banana and apple, and rowed back. It was delightful. Mám was awfully good to give it to Lil and me.
