15th June 1941

Dull, warm day. Went to Boxted this afternoon. Mrs. Rose has found rather a nice iron pothook in one of the cottage chimneys. The Sissons called while I was there. Mrs. Rose says that an old lady of 80, living next door, told her that when she was a child they used to say they could hear the Devil shoeing horses on a Sunday, in a shed at Rivers Hall. Is this perhaps a variation of the Devil shoeing his hoof?

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