Friday
Still foggy. This morning went to Fordham with Sisson and Poulter [to see Harvey's Farm]. On the way we dropped Sisson's father-in-law, Mr
Mathews, at the station. Poulter assumed that
Mr Mathews was a professor at Bristol
University
Had quite a trouble to get onto
the flying ground, owing to the deep mud, and finally had to go right round by
Bures and up through the back lanes to Balls Farm. On the way, stopped to examine Josselyns, now
fast falling into decay. Sisson agreed that
it was another hall-house, later floored. Poulter took a photo.
How desolate Harvey's Farm looked today
– so recently prosperous farmlands. The
stables still have much in them, and the cow chains hang rusting, in the
milking.
We got back to Colchester by lunch. Tonight had to wait until 6.30, and see
Daphne who was out paying wages. Going
past Langham, saw lights gleaming in the aerodrome huts. Seemed to be a lot of activity about, working
over time. Preparing for something? A few searchlights, luminous in the fog.
Saw half a dozen Colchester Royal Grammar School cadets
outside the library, talking to girls from the County High School
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