Monday 21st December

Albanian mountains covered with snow, water cold: parade at eleven, directly it was over I set out on Sultan and rode to the Val du Roppa, here I put up my horse and began shooting, I only killed five couple of Snipe, as the birds were in Wisps, the marsh was very wet, I returned back to Corfu in time for mess; the road winding through olive groves I thought excessively pretty: HMS Trident came in.