Quiet night, and had several
hours sleep. To West Bergholt, to see
Hatchet, baliff for Westwood Park, about some machinery application. Made a delightful trip on such a fine sunny
morning. Got to office 10.30, with
legitimate excuse for once. Most of the
corn cut and traved, and carting going on at both Boxted and Horkesley.
Called at Hervey Benham’s, and he
paid me a guinea for the review of May’s book, which will be out next week.
Several times today we were all
amused to see stark naked children running in and out of the brothel on the
opposite side of the road, rolling on the hot pavement.
Went to Library after tea, and
walked through the Park. Lovely
evening. The sun was westering, sending a
great beam of warm orange light into the north wall of the Castle, and across
the grass beneath the trees. The obelisk stood on its little island, where
no grass ever grows, throwing a black finger on the parched lawn. Distant A.A. firing far away.
To Boxted by 9.30. Bed at 11pm, Very hot.
Felt depressed, and extremely apprehensive for no reason at all.
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