Poulter attended the sale of the Doctor’s books at Hodgson’s on Thursday, but bought nothing. They made over £600. The fine Morant which belonged to
and contained Morant’s portrait made £6-10-0. He does not know who bought any of them. So ends the old Doctor’s library. Philip Hills
Called for a cake at the café but was told that Rose was ill. Had half a mind to go down and see her, but did not.
Sun came out this afternoon, so after doing stable chores I had tea in the town. There do not seem to have been any attacks during these last few days, although weather conditions have been ideal.
Back to Lawford by 6. This evening writing, and reading a life of Harriet Beecher Stowe, extraordinarily interesting.
Felt depressed that another week has gone, and yet I achieve nothing. The weeks go by so fast.
Fine tonight, and several planes about at exercise. When I looked out at 10 o’clock the sky was brilliant with searchlights.
Noticed that troops have left the motor repair depot at Parson’s Heath, and a lot have moved out of
as well. Nothing but very young boys of 18 and 19, wearing new very ill fitting uniforms, in the streets now. Dedham
Met Harris of Fordham and a man with two
stallions, all decked out in coloured ribbons, frothing over their bits, and calling shrilly to one another. It was a fine sight, and it is not often you see two stallions like that together. Suffolk