Tuesday
Slept well in the fake
four-poster. Woke about 7. Could hear the Americans and their girls
murmuring in the next room – apparently all four were in there together. Nobody seemed to be getting up. Went down at 8, found the handsome, dark
woman getting her own breakfast. Did not
feel competent to rummage in a strange pantry, so went off without any, and
stopped at the lorry driver’s place on Gunhill for a cup of hot tea. There was a farm labourer there playing with
a pin-table, at that hour in the morning.
Some talk about the
“invasion”. In some quarters it is
suggested that there will be a serious counter-invasion. Hadleigh is already preparing to take in
persons evacuated from coastal towns.
A fire broke out at the “Regal”
this afternoon, through a fuse, and quite a lot of damage done. When I went by about 6.30 there were several
fire-engines outside and the street was flooded with water.
Today has been fine and sunny, as
warm as spring. Great armadas of ‘planes
coming and going all the time. One never
hears a word of sympathy for the wretched Dutch, Belgians and French, who must be
suffering frightfully. Tonight a
brilliant moon, almost full. Walked from
Dedham village to Stratford Bridge. Huge
black shadows across the road. Church
clocks at Dedham, Stratford, E. Bergholt and Higham sounding across the valley
as they struck 10 one after another.
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