The Sissons went off to Yorkshire this morning, rather gloomy. He especially doubts whether he will ever see Dedham again, etc etc. I moved my kit up to Sherbourne Mill when I went this morning. I now have a pleasant room in front of the Mill house. The Parringtons sleep downstairs, after bombs fell a quarter of a mile away about a month ago, and I must admit that one does get a very extraordinary impression when a plane flies over that it will drop one bomb which must hit your house, although it may be the only one for miles.
I always feel better in the open fields up here, especially one near the house which has a fallen tree which makes excellent cover.