It is next to impossible, I find, to go back into the immediate past when one is keeping a journal. I suppose the very nature of a journal is catching things on the wing… and by the time one has an hour in which to look back, so much else has already happened – such as seeing a kingfisher, a review of Woolf’s letters – that one has no interest in the immediate past. – The house by the sea, a journal, May Sarton