Brilliant icy morning. Another terrible frost during the night - 7° at Fingringhoe and 8° at Olivers. Very serious damage. Potatoes cut right off.
Many ‘planes went out early, and
then quiet for an hour or two. Saw three
pairs of Army horses go by the office, full trot. Glorious sight. The street was full of milk carts and coal
carts at the time. Fine, just like old
times.
On the radio at lunch heard a
talk by Fox-Talbot’s grand-daughter, who actually remembers him. Extraordinary to think of a person still
alive being able to remember the inventor of photography.
This afternoon a new Royal
Proclamation appeared on the Town Hall, with regard to calling up men of
18-41. This seems to be done to prevent
men from escaping who are over 41 now and who had just missed previous
proclamations. It was all printed out at
great length, in very small print, and a crowd soon gathered to read it.
Sent a letter to Hervey Benham
this morning, definitely refusing the “Essex Review”. He ‘phoned this afternoon, and said he had
offered it to Jerry Rickwood. Told him
he had done right.
To Holly Trees this evening. Poulter suddenly began to give me “good advice” –
on no account to leave the Museum
whatever happens. Wondered what he knew
of my intentions. Heard him out, but did
not altogether agree.
Can't understand why I have heard
nothing further from the Observer Corps.
Lovely moonlight night,
absolutely clear. Curious how safe we
feel now on these nights, so very different from two or three years ago.
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