9th May 1944

Another frost, for the third night running.  Disastrous.  Fine, and later quite hot.

This morning saw a captain and two corporals of the Royal Engineers examining the mine-ducts on North Bridge.

One of the Boxted smallholders stopped me at the bottom of Maidenburgh Street, and we had the following conversation:

Smallholder, jerking his thumb up towards High St: “You work along o’them, don't you?”
Me: “That’s right.”
Smallholder: Well, what do I do about string for my tomatoes?”

Translated, this means “Am I not right in believing that you are employed by the War Agricultural Committee?” and “How can I obtain the necessary permit to purchase string to tie up my tomatoes?”

Went into Holly Trees about 9, and talked to Poulter.  He gave me a long lecture on my future, and urged me at all costs never to give up the Museum until I get another and better job.  Disagreed with him completely.

Back to Boxted under the rising moon.  Stopped by a ‘special’ for having no lights.  A big flight of ‘planes went over, with bright red lights on their wings, heading for the Continent on their usual nightly trips of destruction.


Mogman said...

My dad often told of when he was a boy, he used the mine ducts as storage for contraband, such as scrumped apples. I wonder if the Royal Engineers had a find that day?

E J Rudsdale said...

Many thanks for sharing this story with us - what a fascinating thought that the Engineers might have found your father's hoard! Thanks and best wishes, CP