Not up until 8.30, and not at office till quarter to 10. Capt. Folkard was furious, but said nothing. Lovely morning, very hot. Wheat is now a deep gold. Great flocks of sparrows flying about, always a trouble near towns.
When cycling in had a sudden idea regarding the date of sea-walls – the Mersea block-house was built during the Civil War: would it be worthwhile to examine its conjunction with the sea-wall at that point? No doubt the wall is earlier, but it would be nice to know.
An alarm this afternoon at quarter past 2. Heard a few distant bangs. Opened the window to hear better but all my papers blew away. Had tea at Last’s. Hoped to find Diana there, but she was not. Then home, was delighted to find that Father had slept through the alarm last night. He often does nowadays.
Had some supper at Culver St Café and then hurried to the Post by 9. Lovely cool summer evening. ‘Diver’ came on at 10 o’clock, and we hurried to get the tea put on before anything happened. Glorious sunset to the NW, behind high cloud masses piled up in fantastic hills and valleys, with a rugged coast-line fretted with deep fjords and locks, dotted with islands set in a greeny golden sea. Over the ‘phones heard them say that 4 ‘divers’ had just been destroyed over Kent. Birds singing all round, and then a sudden sharp shot from the copse behind Ridgnalls. In the distance a gentle hum of invisible aircraft. Wonder who has been killed in Kent at the end of this lovely day?
Heard them say at Centre that 8 out of 10 ‘divers’ had been destroyed short of London, but one had gone off to a point S.W. of Cambridge.