May 4. Today was a lazy day. It rained off and on 

 and when it didn't rain it was very sultry* Put 

 away the material that I collected yesterday and 

 wrote up my notes* In the afternoon went around to 

 the Wooler f s. Eleanor and Hazel were both there 

 with their husbands. Eleanor's husband, John Blen- 

 nerhassett, is in the Immigration Service and has 

 to be at Port Royal three days a week, so Eleanor 

 ( fl Toots n ) lives with her mother where there is room 

 for John when he is off duty. Hazel married James 

 Walker, at present serving at the internment camp 

 as a guard. He is quite interested in butterflies 

 and when his collection is installed in his new ma- 

 hogany cabinet, I am invited to come over and see it. 

 Also present was an elderly M.D., who seemed to me 

 to be somewhat of an ass. Rumour has it that Mrs. 

 Wooler is going to marry him; that seems too bad. 

 We had tea (iced tea had been prepared for my special 

 benefit), later the inevitable scotch and soda was 

 served and dinner was called at 8.30. Went home to 

 bed about 10 • 



May 5. Went back this morning to our old station on 



Ferry River, above the Spanish Town road. 



Ferry River. Can see no change since 1937. Even 

 the old abandoned wagon at the end of the road is 

 still there, a little more rusted perhaps. Found 

 good sweeping in the pasture at the right of the 

 road and took a series of a Chrysops and some small 

 bees. Also a sample of a colony of Kasutitermes 

 living in a log. Along the road I took a nice Lycid 



