Winter. Hard white frost this morning. Very dark and cold, hardly any light at all at half past eight. Fog, and heavy low clouds. Soon after 7, I heard planes coming in from the sea. I suppose British coming back from
Went up to Barn Hall at 11 o’clock, to buy tumbrels from Ken Young. The farm buildings there are now in a dreadful state. I can well remember when this was a prosperous farm, only a mile from High Street. I can even just remember the old Cockwatch Farm, about 300 yards to the south, the last of which was gone in 1916.
Young said he had too many stock, and could not spare me any more straw for Bob, so I shall have to buy some.
Bought three tumbrels at £20 each, fed Bob, and went home to lunch.
No alarms today, but I hear there was one at Hadleigh.