This afternoon a tremendous sweep of planes came over the town, skimming just above the houses, roaring away to the S.E., I suppose off to attack shipping along the Dutch or Belgian coast. Strange to see how little notice was taken of them by people in the streets.
Lots of trouble today because the engine man has been seen stealing oats in the barn at
West Mersea. Nott [one of EJR's War Agricultural Committee colleagues] immediately determined to dismiss him and to prosecute if he can. Rather foolish to be so vindictive against a good workman for such a petty theft.
Capt. Folkard had to go to Writtle today on some urgent matter, I don't know what.