As you may see by my face I was brutally beaten by my stepfather on the evening before his death.

I went out of the house scarce knowing what I was doing.

I had no fixed intention of going anywhere or of doing anything, I simply wanted to get away from home.

I went on to the moors and wandered about, I suppose for some hours.

Then I threw myself down under the shelter of a pile of stones and lay there awake till it was morning.