Fog this morning. Drove Robin in, then went to
Ipswich with Frank Warren and Beaumont, the vet, to buy horses for the Committee. It was more or less a holiday so far as I was concerned, because there was nothing I could do of any use. It was an authorised Suffolk Sale, quite good, but people said it was not so good as the last. Prices were high as usual. Frank Warren had a mare and horse foal there. He asked how much she would make. (She was not in very good shape). Beaumont said 80 guineas. She made 137 guineas, and the foal 27 guineas. Beaumont
Frank Warren bought nothing for the Committee, although he went carefully over every horse in the place. I was rather disappointed, as I had hoped we should get a couple. About 2, I went away, had a lunch, and looked round the Docks. There is no sign of any raid damage that I could see, although hundreds of bombs have fallen. All the ancient houses which I know so well are still safe.
After lunch, for the sake of a spree, I went to the Odeon Cinema, where I often went before the war, and saw two ridiculous films which at any rate made me laugh.
Then I caught a Manningtree bus, and had a glorious ride out past the “Ostrich”. I remember being driven there by poor Aunt Julia one day about 1919 or 1920, in a little tub trap she borrowed from a friend, and I have never been along that road since.
It was very pretty going along by the riverside. Several barges coming up. Went through Holbrook. The great naval college still stands unharmed. And so through Cattawade to Manningtree Station, where I got out and walked across the Park home.
A little tired, but not much.