19th May 1943

This evening cycled out slowly.  No sign of Robin at Springgate.  Sat on the bank by John de Bois Hill in the cool of the evening and read a book.  Watched the trains go by, and a flock of white pigeons swooped overhead.  A breakdown train went through, towards Colchester, carrying a great crane.  Not a sound of an aeroplane anywhere.  Near the ‘Wooden Fender’ I saw Everitt’s timber-jib, with two horses tandem, carrying a great tree-trunk, while the light van came behind.  Just round the corner was the pony-cart of the Ardleigh carrier.

Children playing outside the settlement houses, among tethered goats, and the sound of a tractor in the distance.  Fine, soft evening.

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