In the small hours had an unusually horrible dream – dreamt that Father was dead, and woke dazed and sweating.
Had to be at the Post again at 1.00p.m., an awful nuisance. Miss Bentley says I’m doing too much, in a most motherly manner.
When I got there, found that ‘divers’ had been on from 1-2am and 6-8am, the first for nearly 48 hours, but not very many sent over. During the afternoon saw a very nice grey cob in a tub-trap go trotting past, with father, mother and two little girls in it. A lot of ‘planes about all the time, which made us very busy.
Got off at 5, went down to
and had tea in the
café. Then called at Sissons’ and then
went with them in their car to Dedham
where Mrs Sisson proposed to borrow a boat.
However, someone else had already taken it, so we borrowed an old
fishing punt which lay handy, and I rowed them slowly up stream towards Higham. It was a glorious evening, and we drifted
smoothly over the calm water, through bulrushes, under the hanging arms of
trees, with cattle drinking on the green margins of the stream, while swans
sailed by majestically, moorhens puffed about, a reed-warbler flitted through
the rushes. Stratford
Spent a most delightful hour, then back to
in the cool evening and had supper.
Perhaps it was so much delight all at once that made me more than
usually anxious but at any rate I went back very slowly to Boxted, stopping to
eat sweet blackberries by the light of the moon, and all the time apprehensive
of what I did not know. Dedham