Slept perfectly well. M. called me at 5. Grand red sky & dark olives.
Coffee, & out before 6. Sun rose, 5.50. Drew the port, by the seaside. Great naked slabs of rock. Twisted olives. Asphodels & lambs. Asphodels also by the edge of the sea wall. Mountains of Albania clear & fine, but lines not so good as from Corfû. Quiet & few people. Drew till 9.30. Then decided to go to the upper view & draw it. But it was awful work to find the spot of yesterday, & I had to get over some 40 walls to reach any good place.
“Hard work for those” ―― However , at last, I got a place on a wall, & drew till noon, & then descended again, ― walking slowly back by 1. P.M. Found that the kind Murray had expected me back to breakfast, & had waited. At 1.45. dinner ― immensely nice, Ithaca wine=cup ― of which, φαινεταί με ― I drank too much. However, I was all right by 5, & walked with M. to the other side of the Island. (the air is delightful here.) where is a grand rocky bay scene. The immense dryness & stoniness of this place is one of its characteristics; & the vast veil of the olive-foliage in which one moves: the villages not being discernible till one reaches them, ― being groups of houses from 3 to 10 in number, low, & overhung by the veil of olives ― their long straggling web-like branches forming an universal Network on all sides. People amiable & quiet. Home by 7. Sate talking till 9. Bed.
Why is the sea of Algiers like goatskins? ―
Because it is full of coarse-hairs.
 I think (NB).
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]