Did not sleep well owing to intense cold. Woke at 6.30, pouring with rain but the rain stopped before 8. Changed into my riding breeches for the first time for months. Left rather late, and cycled slowly to
Dedham, fearing my chain
would break at any moment.
Left cycle at Cottee’s [the cycle repairers] and called on Sissons. Went into Colchester on the bus, borrowed Poulter’s cycle, went home, collected letters. Went to the Registrar’s Office, but half an hour late, so Marsh rudely refused to register the death. Then on to Becket’s, the undertaker's. He told me that Jones, the schoolmaster, is dead. He was only 49, a huge Welshman, born at Tregavon, near Aberystwyth. I liked him very much at school, and frequently met him at the
Seymour’s. I shall always remember his deep rumbling
voice, kindly smile and short black hair “embrosse”. He played the cornet very well.
Committee at Birch. Nothing very much. Went back to
Dedham with Moorhouse, and collected a
cycle. Went to Sissons', and they again
gave me supper, as much as I could eat.
Afterwards looking at Caldecott’s drawings, Weever’s funeral monuments,
a 1st Edition of Sylvia Sylvarun etc. Seven Pillars. Mrs. Sisson mentioned that the Lawrence’s
father was an Irish baronet, who ran away with his daughter’s governess, a girl
named Lawrence. They went to live at Oxford,
and adopted the name of Lawrence. The former governess is still alive, a very
fierce old lady interested in missionary work.
Left at 10, driving rain, and went over to Higham. Searchlight not on tonight.