Thursday
Lovely morning, pale blue sky,
fog in the valley with a ruddy sun rising through it. 7am news said “Bombs on East Anglia - no casualties.”
Left just after 7 to take a
breast collar over to Joy, for the Arab.
Moorhouse's men were lifting potatoes in the field next to the house, and
were sitting by the roadside in the fog, eating their breakfast round a fire.
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