Monday
Brilliant day, but bitterly
cold. Got to Colchester by 9.15, not
feeling very grand. Saw a team of
Suffolks ploughing opposite Higham Hall, coming down the long slope with the
brown furrow stretching out behind them, sea-gulls wheeling and shrieking.
Felt bad all day, and could
hardly eat. Took Father six eggs which I
got at Lawford yesterday.
Tonight went back to Higham, and
did a lot of packing up, then to Dedham, under the cold glittering stars, and
found the “Sun” warm and comfortable.
Was given a tiny, cosy little room overlooking the yard, with a good
bed.
Amusing mistake about the
Colchester raid last week – a lady solemnly read the list of Freemen of the
Colne Fishery, on the front of the Town Hall, under the impression that they
were persons killed in the raid.
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