Monday
Heard guns in the middle of the
night, and a distant all-clear. Fine
bright morning, crescent moon. Miss
Ralling told me there had been two short alarms in the night, at 2 and 6. Father never heard the second one.
Felt anxious all day, as it was
so fine and I knew the beacon would be alight tonight. A good many planes going out this
morning. Left at 5.30 tonight, and went
to Dedham , thin
cloud coming up, and the noise of heavy planes to the NW. Saw Sisson who was very agreeable to my
suggestion to move to Thorington Hall.
Said he would see Mr Tricher. There are 4 people in the home now, but 15 rooms. The Trichers use the ground floor only.
Saw the light flashing as soon as
I reached Stratford Church.
Felt so nervous I contemplated going back to Colchester or to Boxted, anywhere. Walked in the garden half an hour before
going in, then drank tea and felt more settled.
Long to get away, though. Conran
very affable tonight.
Infuriating to think how this
little home has been ruined for me. High
hopes of Thorington Hall. Shortest day
tomorrow. From now on every day will
have a few more seconds of daylight.
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