Monday
Fog all gone. A lot of planes about, from Raydon I
think. Thin high clouds, clearing. The sun came out in the afternoon, and then
sank into a bank of red mist across the valley of the Brett. Stayed in the cottage and saw no one the whole
day. Listened to radio, heard
Scharnhorst sunk. The destruction of a
great battleship is terrible. This was
far away in the Arctic
Seas
All bulletins repeated the news
in German, French, Italian etc.
Fine clear night. Waited
anxiously to see if Beacon lit, but nothing doing at 7 o’clock.
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