Saturday
Fine and warm. Cuckoos started at 7 o’clock, quite
unperturbed by ‘planes rushing over very low.
Sixty years ago today was the
great East Anglian Earthquake. My mother
remembered it very well, as she was 16 at the time, and a pupil-teacher in a
little school in Osborne Street .
Feeling vague and nervous all
day. Quite determined to leave Colchester. Went to see Alderman Blomfield this
afternoon, to show him Charles Gray’s manuscripts.
He was interested and agrees that they should be in the Muniment
Room. I insisted that at all costs they
must be in the custody of the Town Clerk, and not of the Curator, to which he
agreed. When I left, I thought little do
you know that you will probably get my resignation in a few days time. He told me that Sir Gurney Benham was now very
feeble indeed, and it is most unlikely that he will ever come out again. Wonder if I ought to go to see him.
Sent off a telegram to Mary Hulbert, to
ask if she wants the pony. Perhaps this
will make her reply to the letter.
To library, and then home to
tea. Left at 6 for Dedham ,
by way of Ardleigh
Park .
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