Fine morning. Rather cold. Planes going out. War Agricultural Committee at Birch. Nothing much done. Saw Joanna, looking very well and happy. Heavy rain began at 3, and got worse. Back to Higham at 7.30, very wet. Jacquie was there alone. Had supper with her, and bed 10.30. Howling gale sprang up during evening, rain lashing against windows and the whole cottage shaking. No beacon, and no planes about.