Lay late in bed. This afternoon drove over to Fingringhoe with Hampshire’s little grey pony. Very cold day. Saw Grubb, who seems to keep wonderfully cheerful in these times. Had tea there, in the same dirty old room, nothing altered. Her mother is still up at Severalls [Asylum], and keeps as well as can be expected. She is very old now.
Alarm about 6, and kept on all evening. Harding came in on duty tonight, and said he had heard bombs were dropped at Chelmsford yesterday, and a lot of damage done. Heard one lot of bombs tonight, somewhere in the distance, but not many planes came over.
E.J. Rudsdale Talk
I will be giving a talk as part of the Chelmsford Ideas Festival on E.J. Rudsdale's Journals, entitled 'Creating History: A Civilian's Experience of the Second World War in Essex' on Thursday 30th October from 7.30-9.00pm at Anglia Ruskin University. Tickets are free. Book your ticket here. Many thanks, Catherine Pearson