Sunday
Sat up reading and writing very
late, and at last went to bed about 5 this morning. Wakened by an ‘all-clear’ at 7, but slept
again until nearly 11. Washed, had a
meal, and went down to Dedham to meet Diana.
Fog coming up, the sun glowing through it. Took Mrs. Sisson some milk.
Just as Diana arrived, the church
bells began to peal, and a great flock of rooks flew out from the belfry. Took her to see Southfields, and then walked
across the meadows to Flatford. Saw the
Mill and cottage. She had never been
there before, and was charmed. Back to
Dedham for tea at the café. Noticed
several local girls and youths in there – quite a new habit for village
people. Can it be the influence of so
many continental people about now?
After tea walked slowly to
Stratford to catch the 6.30 bus, but it was nearly an hour late. Sat on a log by the road side, in the cold,
arms round each other, watching American lorries going by. Thick clouds and some mist tonight.
Still no beacon. Glad that the moon is quite obscured, as it
is nearly full.
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