27th December 1943

Fog all gone.  A lot of planes about, from Raydon I think.  Thin high clouds, clearing.  The sun came out in the afternoon, and then sank into a bank of red mist across the valley of the Brett.  Stayed in the cottage and saw no one the whole day.  Listened to radio, heard Scharnhorst sunk.  The destruction of a great battleship is terrible.  This was far away in the Arctic Seas in darkness.  Who survived?

All bulletins repeated the news in German, French, Italian etc.  Fine clear night.  Waited anxiously to see if Beacon lit, but nothing doing at 7 o’clock.

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