29th March 1942

Last day of leave. Up late, fed animals, helped Parrington put up a wire fence so as to keep part of the home meadow for hay. Went up to the buildings for chaff, and accidentally let one of the cart horses loose.

Went up to the buildings again with Roger and the cart, and brought down a load of straw and chaff for the cows. A lovely sight to see so many “young things” about. As I came back I saw little Rosemary Parrington from Humberlands, coming down the hilly path with the nursemaid, whose immense mane of long golden hair shone in the sun. Rosemary always talks of how soon her father, Brigadier Parrington, will be home from Germany, as her mother is quite convinced the war will end this year. [Brigadier Parrington was a P.O.W. in Germany]

Penelope rang up just after tea to say the goat had kidded. I left at 7, and called at Birchett’s Wood to see the new babe. Mother goat seemed very satisfied, and was licking the infant all over.

Cycled home in a lovely cool evening, with a glorious yellow sunset ahead of me. Went up to the flat at Holly Trees with Poulter to drink tea, and about 10 o’clock heard loud reports south of the town. I rushed up onto the roof, and saw shells bursting high in the air, towards Mersea. Almost at once a green flare fell, so I can only suppose some battery was firing on a British plane by mistake. The guns seemed to be somewhere near Bradwell.

At 11 turned into sleep in the Oven [at the Castle], so different after my nice clean bedroom last night.

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