Joy said it would be fine today, and it was. The moon was shining at 5 o’clock, and the sun rose at 8, ruddy in the fog, and then blazed all day in a clear blue sky. Very busy all day, and got a good deal done, in spite of continual interruptions. Wind moved to S.W., and became warm again.
Home to tea, and then down to the mill for half an hour. Cycled out in the dusk, people beginning to dig their gardens. A lot of children at Ardleigh playing marbles in the road. Tractor at work behind the settlement, although nearly 7 o’clock.
Parry quite better now. Writing letters etc. tonight.
This week is the hundredth anniversary of the opening of the railway to
Colchester. The “coaching age” is now receding further and further into the past.
Councillor Blomfield in again today, and borrowed William Wire’s “Journal”, which he had never read before. We had further talk about the Museum, and he asked me to outline a scheme for the reorganisation of the place. No sign or news of