Brilliant day, but bitterly cold. Got to Colchester by 9.15, not feeling very grand. Saw a team of Suffolks ploughing opposite Higham Hall, coming down the long slope with the brown furrow stretching out behind them, sea-gulls wheeling and shrieking.
Felt bad all day, and could hardly eat. Took Father six eggs which I got at Lawford yesterday.
Tonight went back to Higham, and did a lot of packing up, then to Dedham, under the cold glittering stars, and found the “Sun” warm and comfortable. Was given a tiny, cosy little room overlooking the yard, with a good bed.
Amusing mistake about the Colchester raid last week – a lady solemnly read the list of Freemen of the Colne Fishery, on the front of the Town Hall, under the impression that they were persons killed in the raid.