28th October 1943

Still foggy.  Lovely weather, not a plane about.  Everybody in the Stour valley ploughing and sugar beet carting into great heaps by the roadside.  Trees and hedges glorious colours, orange, brown, yellow.  Roads thickly coated with fallen leaves.  Tonight called at Boxted.  Very dark night and fog coming up again.  Dodo Rose told me of her experiences as a child in Russia, and her escape with her mother in 1917.  Left shortly after half past 9.  Had to cycle very slowly, owing to the fog.

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