Friday, Christmas Day
Grey and overcast. No wind. Very cold. A deep silence everywhere. Joy and Parry went off to lunch at the Wedgewood’s at
Stratford, driving Roger, and I cycled in to Colchester, to have lunch at home, - turkey and plum pudding.
Back to Lawford in the cold grey twilight. Saw only two people between the
and Sherbourne Mill. This evening finished reading “West Wind to North”, volume 4 of Compton Mackenzie’s great story, which I much enjoyed. Royal Oak
Bed at 11.30, thankful not to have to go to work tomorrow.