Overcast, low clouds, high N.W. wind, and not a sign of a break anywhere.
Caught the train to
, taking cycle. Just before we got to Chelmsford the siren burst out, and in 5 minutes there was nothing but a few fleecy white clouds sailing across a clear sky. Chelmsford
Called at the “Horse and Groom”, [Roxwell Road] opposite Mothersole’s old house, and had a cider and some lunch. The whole thing – meat and vegetables, pudding and custard, bread and cheese and cider, only came to 2/.
Spent the afternoon at Writtle.
This evening writing, and doing two reports for Folkard.