Fine, cold and misty. ‘Planes going out again. Had tea at home today. Father has been very well all this week, and seemed very bright today.
The ‘Essex County Standard’ full
of Sir W. Gurney Benham, the whole thing well done and with dignity. Hervey has of course been expecting the old
man to go for months, but now it has happened he is very affected.
Went to Holly Trees and worked in
Library again. Poulter told me that he had
had a visit from old Mervyn Stewart, Rector of Mannden, who is now taking a
great interest in all things Cornish, and endeavours to become a Cornish bard.
Cycled up to Sheepen Farm, to see
what had been done about the Water-works land.
The big field is now all ploughed, and looks well, although the land is
so poor. A baby rabbit suddenly bolted
out of a bush, ran down the steps of a concrete ‘pill-box’ and crouched at the
bottom like a tiny kitten.
Walked about the deserted fields
in the gathering dusk, watching the stars come out, and thought of all the work
that had been done up there in past years.
A few ‘planes flew over, going out to sea. Heard midnight strike from the Town Hall tower,
and started to walk to Boxted. At North
Station directed the driver of a heavy lorry who wished to know the road to
Harwich, and at last reached Boxted at 1 a.m.
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