How do I even begin to write something down, my thoughts and ideas? Okay so first of all I suppose I can say that where is everyone? I've seen people walk around wearing strange clothes; I've never seen them before. Even the kind lady who gave me this book to write in was wearing odd clothing; she says that her name was Gwen. Gwen gave me this book alongside this thing that looks like a stick with a sharp point. She calls it a pen, whatever that is. Apparently I have to use this 'pen' to write with. When I wrote down, ink came out of it. I'm guessing that people don't use ink pots anymore. I think this pen is magic, as how can somebody put ink into a stick and have a sharp point on the end of the stick.

Another thing I keep hearing is noise. Once I came out of the water onto land, I decided to take a look around. There is this building where lots of people go in, take a look around, then some of them buy things and then they leave. But behind that building there is a piece of land where they're these things. People go in them and they move all by themselves. What are those objects? Where are the horses? How do people get to this building? What is this building for? What do people look at? Those objects also make a lot of noise, and as long as I can stay away from them I'll be safe, it must be sorcery, whether evil sorcery or not I don't know.

Another thing is that these people hold this strange object in their hands, hold it up, and push a button. Then they put their arms down, holding the object in their hand or putting it into their bag and move on. Why hold an object in the air for a matter of seconds and then drop it again? Is that how people exercise here?

Anyway I think I'm going make a fire now and get some rest, since as the building is now closed and people have gone home, and there are none of those sorcery-moving objects that people use.

My first question today is where the heck is Merlin? I haven't got anyone to cook my breakfast or do my laundry, actually maybe not laundry since I don't have any clothes with me or run me a bath. Where is that idiot gone? The last time I saw him he was here with me, he was the last thing I saw, and now he's gone too.

I heard some girls say earlier in the morning that there is a rumour that there is a man who visits this place every year, just once every year like he is on some, I think they called it a pilgrimage. I'm not sure it that is how you spell the word but still, they said his name was Merlin. I don't think it is my Merlin, well, the Merlin that I know of, my manservant, and my friend. Maybe this Merlin comes from a different kingdom, there probably is more than one man named Merlin. Hopefully I'll get to see this Merlin come here, if the story is true.