8th November 1942

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.

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