Brilliant morning, planes going over by the hundred. Fed the cows and calves, and groomed the horse, which made me feel rather bad, but I soon recovered. Ground some flour. The Belfields came in, Eversley, Penelope, and their Mother. Eversley is on embarkation leave, and seems rather gloomy. Penelope has just come back from a week in
and had been through Inverness. Some talk about the duration of the war,
everybody laughing but pessimistic.
Had lunch, bought a few eggs for Miss Ralling. Went down to
Dedham to tea at Corner Café. Then called on Sissons. Apparently a farm was burnt at Oakley last
night, and some cottages damaged at Bradfield.
Sisson saw the ‘plane brought down in flames. Both he and Mrs. Sisson gloomy about what will
happen next – convinced that the Germans are working up to tremendous
Came away at 7, when the sky was clear, with stars and crescent moon, but by the time I reached Higham thick clouds had rolled up. A few planes about, and one searchlight flashed on and off, which is usually a signal that the enemy is about, but nothing happened.