Saturday
No rain this morning, but very
foggy. ‘Planes began going out soon
after 8. Called at home, and was
delighted to find that Father never heard the sirens yesterday, only the
all-clear, so he never got up.
Willows at Bourne Mill all
bursting out green. Rain began again this
afternoon.
Saw Hervey Benham, and talked
about ‘Essex Review’. Don't think that
anything will come of it, but it’s a delightful idea. While I was talking to him, at the Culver St. Gate, the Mayor came by, with the Borough Engineer, the Borough Treasurer, the
Town Clerk, the Chief Constable, and several gentlemen looking like Civil
Servants, and I understand that a tall rather florid looking man walking with
the Mayor was Col. Llewellin, the Minister for Food, who has been all over the
town today inspecting the British Restaurants and the emergency feeding
arrangements. They all went into the new
Public Library to see the Food Control Office people, and then went to lunch at
the Town Hall. Don't know what is behind
this, whether it is merely a routine visit of the Minister’s or whether there
is something special behind it.
Back to Boxted early tonight,
glad of the pouring rain, which ought to guarantee a quiet night.
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