Wednesday
Stayed up all night, writing till
2, then dozing in the armchair. Went out
at 7, and saw the huge yellow moon, just past the full, sinking behind the trees. Two ‘planes passed over towards the east,
their red starboard lights glowing against the pale sky. A squadron went over soon after 8, and threw
out red flares as they neared the coast.
This afternoon I went over to
Messing to see where the road between Easthorpe and Messing has been blocked by
the aerodrome work near Canfields Farm.
This is the only road between the two places, except a road five miles
long by way of Birch Rectory and the main road.
This blocking is quite unnecessary and was done without any warning to
the inhabitants, and the Ministry of Transport refuse to let the road be
replaced. We are now taking up the
matter with the Executive Committee but I doubt whether anything will be
done.
Being down there, took the
opportunity to go down to Layer Marney to see the effigies, which Sisson had
told me were uncovered again. They are
in a very dirty condition, bits of sacking adhering to the stone, and all
hollows and crevices filled with loose sand.
A notice hung up in the chapel, signed by Austin Lee, states that owing
to the dampness of the sandbags, it was necessary to remove them. He also appeals for funds to repair the
chapel roof, which is apparently leaking.
Another notice appeals for funds for a heating apparatus, without which
it is impossible to hold winter services.
The church is clean, but very
forlorn, with the three Lords of Marney stretched silent on their tombs, the
painted St. Christopher staring down from the wall.
I had hoped to have seen Austin
Lee, but we found the little cottage where he lives locked and deserted. Should like to have the chance of cleaning
these figures myself, with soft soap and warm water.
Back to Colchester, through
masses of American lorries and cars, all driven by Negroes.
Very cold, and clouds
tonight. Busy writing. Had a bath, and felt as if I was washing a
corpse [prior to medical examination the next day].
1 comment:
EJR was evidently no sailor, or he couldn't have written "red starboard lights"!
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