Lovely morning. Up at 9.30, and went up to the buildings. Fed Robin, and put in fresh straw. The old horse-doctor, Simmonds, came to attend a sick horse up there, a very bad case of dermatitis.
Left at 7.30pm to go to
Colchester on duty. Lovely starlight night, a few searchlights weaving about. One or two planes in the distance. Called at home, and then got to the Oven at a quarter to 9. The two other men were indignantly waiting for me to arrive, so that they would go over to the “Castle” pub.