Sunday
Lovely warm summer day. The Boxted orchards are a wonderful sight, a
mass of blossom. Cuckoos calling in the Plantation all
morning.
Went to Lawford this afternoon to
tea at Sherbourne, as Joy had asked me.
At the top of Jupes Hill found Moorhouse and his little son trying to
catch a pony. He called to me to help,
and by a simple stratagem I was able to catch the pony at once. Everybody very pleased.
Lovely tea at Sherbourne
Mill. Was shown the new calves and the
new petrol driven grinding mill which has been put in the basement of the old
mill building. Most useful. Bought 6 eggs for Father, then left to call
at Dedham . Jack Penton was at Sissons, and we all sat in
the garden for an hour. Major Inde
called, and a Sergt. Merrill of the US Army, whom Sisson had met in the
“Sun”. He was most amusing, Mrs Sisson
asked what he was, and he replied “Technical Sergeant Merrill, but just call me
Phil!” She said “Will you have a
cigarette, - Sergeant?” and he answered “Well, if it’s all the same to you
ma’am, I’ll just light up my pipe. You
see I’m practically British!” I had to
look away or I should have laughed.
Left at 10, and cycled to Boxted
in the cool quiet evening. Not a ‘plane
in the sky, but enormous bombers began to go over between 10.30 and 11, under
the clear moon. Nightingales singing
everywhere.
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