Cold. Heavy shower of rain for half an hour, about 7 o’clock, and the wind gone round to N.W.
In Mile End, saw a huge
pair-horse road-wagon belonging to the Institution Farms, and a single-breasted
wain behind. Several army G.S. wagons in
the town, looking very fine.
Capt. Folkard very friendly this
morning, and made me feel for once that I was of some real use. Trouble about the old thatcher who is working
at Weathercock, on Mersea Island . Nott and Baldwin do everything they can to
obstruct his work, sending him rotten dirty straw, no pegs, taking away his
mate, etc. All done out of sheer spite
because he is not a local man, coming from Bentley.
Not so many ‘planes about
today. Took a letter to Benham from the
Chairman about “Farm Sunday”, and talked to him about the “Essex Review”. He is very anxious for me to take it on. Promised to let him know by the end of the
week. We had coffee in the Milk Bar by
Jacklin’s, and two of the Repertory men came in full of complaints about
the production. Apparently not a very happy
company.
Hervey Benham told me that Sir Gurney is
now very weak, and spends most of his time dozing in his chair, waking in the
evening, and chiding himself for not getting work done. So he slips gently away. Saw Mary Ralling.
Annie is just the same.
Lunch with Daphne today, very
bright and cheerful, talking about horses and riding.
This evening to the Essex Archaeological Society Library,
and then to Boxted. Colder. Looks like more rain.
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