8th March 1945

Wakened by the chorus of birds in the trees in Clarkson Avenue and in the gardens at the back.  Had a very good breakfast.  Miss Tovey turns out to be a most charming little old lady, of about 79 or 80.  Has lived in the Fens all her life, and knows everybody.

About 9.30, a very smart milk pony came clattering down the road, pulling a little green float on rubber tyres.

School party this morning, Grammar School VI form, to see material relating to the 18th century.  Very successful.

A lovely day.  Went back to Clarkson Avenue at 6, had an excellent “high tea” in the Wisbech manner, spent the evening writing and listening to the radio.

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