Reading late last night, and did not bother to go to bed.
Fine day, sunny, high wind. This afternoon went to
Dedham, to tea at the Corner House. Enquired for a room there, but they do not
take guests any longer. I may try the
“Sun” Inn, opposite the church.
Called at Sissons’, and met Mrs. Sisson’s brother. Talked about rumours. He told me that there was a grain of truth in Hull’s story that 50 German aircraft landed on East Anglian aerodromes one morning. Actually three did so, because they had lost their way.
Fine clear night, brilliant stars, beacon flashing at Higham.
News today about the new landings in
Italy. It seems probable that within a week or so Rome may be totally