18th April 1943

Sunday

Brilliant sunny day, but after lunch another alarm, and the sound of a plane and some distant firing.  Mother seemed unusually nervous, and begged me not to go out until all-clear, but I was too nervous myself to sit still indefinitely.  The plane was tremendously high, and no doubt taking photos.  Hope this does not mean more attacks coming.

Before lunch this morning I cycled to Lexden Straight Road to see the triple-ramparts, which are now infested with rooks.  The whole place is in a terrible state, full of weeds, rubbish, tins, etc, and is used as a dump by the roadmen.  It is a scandal to leave it in such a condition.