Sunday
Brilliant morning, planes going
over by the hundred. Fed the cows and
calves, and groomed the horse, which made me feel rather bad, but I soon
recovered. Ground some flour. The Belfields came in, Eversley, Penelope,
and their Mother. Eversley is on embarkation
leave, and seems rather gloomy. Penelope
has just come back from a week in Scotland ,
and had been through Inverness . Some talk about the duration of the war,
everybody laughing but pessimistic.
Had lunch, bought a few eggs for
Miss Ralling. Went down to Dedham to tea at Corner Café. Then called on Sissons. Apparently a farm was burnt at Oakley last
night, and some cottages damaged at Bradfield.
Sisson saw the ‘plane brought down in flames. Both he and Mrs. Sisson gloomy about what will
happen next – convinced that the Germans are working up to tremendous
reprisals.
Came away at 7, when the sky was
clear, with stars and crescent moon, but by the time I reached Higham thick
clouds had rolled up. A few planes
about, and one searchlight flashed on and off, which is usually a signal that
the enemy is about, but nothing happened.
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