Just after midnight heard the distant throb of bombers. Looked out – clear, starlight night. Could see the forms of trees, of Kerry’s cottage, of the horses in the field behind the house, and the gorse bush below my window. The bombers were droning away to the N.E. I thought how all this – houses, fields, horses, would still be here when they come back, but what changes would have been wrought at the other end of their journey? Slept, and woke at 4 to the noise of more planes.
Woke late. Brilliant morning. Papers say another “savage” attack on a S. Coast town yesterday. Four planes down out of 50.