Fine morning, dull afternoon,
then a S.W. gale with heavy rain.
Watched from my bedroom window a magpie and some wood-pigeons in the
wood.
This afternoon to Dedham Essex
pigs, in the paddocks near the Mill. Had
tea at the café. Walked round the Mill
pool and above the lock. Wreck of an old
barge there, surely old enough to have existed in Constable’s time.
No sign of the Sissons anywhere, so
went slowly along Pond Lane, saw several partridges scurrying across the road,
and three swans flying W. at a great height.
Ate a lot of blackberries.
Cycled slowly over towards
Horkesley, called at Lt Rivers, but Dodo very sickly again. Went on to Post at 9 – still
short-handed, so we all have to do an extra duty. Would cry-off if I dared. Carter was on with me, so we had a pleasant
hour or two talking farming, ghosts, witches, etc. Wet, windy night, moon racing among
clouds. Not a ‘plane over.
New had to relieve us but was
very late, so I stayed on as Carter had to be at work at 7 and I don't. Finally got away at 1.30, bed soon after 2,
too tired to undress.
As I was listening to radio music
this morning, thought how it is just 5 years, at this very hour, and on a
Sunday too, that I heard Chamberlain’s voice on a radio from a house in Mill
Road, Mile End, and a man’s voice called out “It’s come, mate!”
No comments:
Post a Comment