Had to go to Fordham Aerodrome, so went by way of Stoke and Nayland. Saw three horse-teams ploughing near Thorington Hall, dim in the half light, the only moving things in the grey fog.
at 2, had a late lunch, then went home to tea, the first tea I have had in the
old house since Mother died. Collected my rations and went to Higham,
terribly black, cold night. Sat late, listening
to German music. The BBC claims that
there was a great raid on Brusnwick last night, 38 planes lost, but the Germans
say that no concentrated attack was possible owing to their efficient defences. Rather strange.