Rosemary Sutcliff kept always with her in her diary notes about the love of her life. The notes cover sporadic events and periods from the 1940s to the end of the 1960s. After August 13th, 1969, she never saw him again: she spoke of him sometimes, and thought of him often. For, before the 1969 entries in her portable notes she writes (in brackets):
This is all in full in my 1968-9 diaries, but I take the dates down now, to be able to carry them from diary to diary with me and hurt myself, womanwise, with saying “A year ago today” or “Ten years ago today”.