26th September 1943

Sunday
A lovely peaceful night.  No alarms, no planes, no dreams.  Lay dozing and reading till 12 noon.  Then breakfast of bread, butter, marmalade and tea.  Writing notes, looked over “Chadborough Farm” – Rotten.  Read through typescript of my Journals 1920 to 1926 – feeble.  Must try again.

Went out in sunshine and ate blackberries.  I think I am going to enjoy this place immensely.  I want to draw the cottage, and get some accurate idea of date.

Lovely day.  Cold.

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