8th August 1944

Lovely day.  Up early, and felt fairly well. 

Out today with photographers, getting harvest photos on our farms.  Managed to get some really lovely scenes, and persuaded them to take several of the horses at work.  Back to Colchester with Captain Folkard and Maidstone, and we all had tea at the Regal.

Then home and wrote some letters.  Supper at Boxted, then set out soon after midnight to walk to the Observer Post, filled with a sense of impending doom.  Got there early, and lay down in the field until moonrise.

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