Went into town by way of
Walsh came in from Writtle this morning, to talk about repairs to buildings and yard, but I don't suppose anything will be done.
Spent the afternoon checking names of farmers’ on the parish lists. Nearly everybody else went to Peldon to hear a lecture on the grain drier which is to be put up there.
Rushed off soon after 4 to get to Horkesley Post at 5. People working in the fields, horse-hoeing, spreading lime, picking peas. Met a gang of our Women's Land Army girls, getting on the bus at quarter to 5, so they must have left the field by 4.30 at the latest. This sort of thing is very largely the fault of the bus drivers, who get there as early as they can for their own convenience.
Had no tea until I got a cup at the Post. Lovely evening, with high light clouds, and a few ‘planes about, circling for height, looking like little Tadpoles swimming in a bowl. As the sun sank there were great bars of golden light to the west, and dark clouds piled up like endless mountain ranges, snow covered, of the most fantastic shapes.
There were a fair number of ‘planes about, some heavy bombers circling, and several lots of fighters took off from Boxted. The weather was rather clouding, but the actual observation was not difficult. Glad when 9 at last came, and I hurried back to Woodside for a delicious supper. Heard bombers going out at about 11, but felt very tired tonight. Looked out at half past eleven, and found a very light rain falling. There was a red glare far away to the North, and an uncanny silence.
The funeral service for Captain Grundy, the Home Guard officer murdered at Abberton, was held at the Garrison Church this afternoon. The gun-carriage was drawn by a light lorry, driven by an ATS girl. Curious jobs girls are made to do in these days.