Quiet night. Brilliant morning. At the office heard that Culley’s van, stolen
from the garage near the Fire Station, has been found on the Ipswich Road Ipswich last night. It was standing on the grass verge, with its
lights on, and had apparently been standing there all day.
In the Essex County Standard today are reports of
some very odd police court cases. One is
that of young Hazell, the pawnbroker, who is once again in trouble for buying
stolen goods. Another, rather sad, is
that Hollick, the dealer from Leavenheath, has been charged with cruelty to his
horse, yet a kinder man never lived. A
third, and most disgraceful case, is that Wrights’ of Colchester have been
fined for carting fodder to London for their Stratford coal horses in a lorry
which was not licensed by the Ministry of War Transport for that purpose. This petty persecution by civil servants is a
scandalous business, but now that Parliament’s power has been so reduced there
is no defence against it.
This evening went down to Copt
Hall with Harry Day in his car, when he was taking back a load of repaired
harness. Quite a lot of corn not yet
cut. Saw
Burrill at Copt Hall, and was most amused when he, the great exponent of mechanisation,
asked me if I knew where he could buy a pair of good horses, saying that he had
realised that horses were absolutely essential on that land.
We walked down to the lower
buildings, and across the marsh. When
walking across the great bare redhill near the barn, I picked up an interesting
sherd, almost of La Tene II ware, near a rabbit hole. It was stained with the bright red soil and
seemed to have been brought up from a good depth. Nothing else to be seen but the usual
briquetage, and in spite of all that Culley [the Pests Officer] has done, the hill (as others down
there) is a mass of rabbits.
Got back to Boxted at 10, and bed
at 10.30, with every hope for a quiet night.
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