Took Robin for a run to Fingringhoe this afternoon. Molly Blomfield came with me, so that she could report to her sister [about Robin] when they meet. I am afraid she did not enjoy herself very much, as Robin is not quite used to traffic yet, and turned us round onto the pavement just by Old Heath “
”, because he saw a Rowhedge bus. Bell
However, he went very well, full trot all the way, up and down hill. We called at Fingringhoe Hall, where he was much admired. We had to get back at 5.30, as Molly had to go on duty early, all ambulance drivers are now working double shifts.
On duty alone tonight, feeling rather depressed, but not quite so scared as I have been several times recently. Went on the roof, to see a glorious orange sunset. It has been a beautiful day. There is still not a drop of water or sand on the roof. No planes about. None came over last night either, and on Thursday nearly a quarter of the attacking force was destroyed.
I can hear a plane going over now, fairly low, probably an RAF going across the sea, or else a night-fighter on patrol.