21st January 1944

Up at 7, yet late in.  Glorious clear sunny morning, cold.  Slight frost.  Hundreds of planes were going out as I cycled along Ipswich Rd.  What misery the French must be suffering this winter.

The Chairman [Colonel Round] came in, and wrote out his script for this Colchester broadcast [planned to be broadcast on the BBC], then he and Capt Folkard went off to the Town Hall to record it.

Went off early to go to Dedham, but found Sissons out and the Corner House shut, so went on to Lawford, had tea at the Mill and brought a dozen eggs for Father.  It was light until 6.30 tonight.

Back to Higham at 9.  As I listened to the news, the radio faded, and I heard distant gunfire, but nothing near.  No doubt a raid on London.  Hazy and dark, no beacon.

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