Still foggy. Lovely weather, not a plane about. Everybody in the
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.