Fri 4. [4 April 1902] My mornings are spent always in the same manner. After lunch I rode to the Valley of the Martyrs a most charming Wady with a copious spring and gardens of vine olive fig and pomegranate. The spring comes out of the solid rock and flows into a hewed out cistern. Above I drove my horse over smooth white rocks full of extraordinary petrified branches up to where the ruined wall of the old deir bars the narrow valley. Here the watercourse got too narrow, so I led him up to the right onto the little plateau overgrown with fig and olive and pomegranate where the monastery stood. In the rock are many tombs or caves and another spring trickling into a tank. Opposite on the left of the water[?] course is a big double cave used as a store house and closed with a door. Above the monastery garden the valley is wider and shallower but quite barren. I went up it and came onto the summit near the bait es Sitt.