Another frost, for the third night running. Disastrous. Fine, and later quite hot.
This morning saw a captain and
two corporals of the Royal Engineers examining the mine-ducts on North Bridge
One of the Boxted smallholders
stopped me at the bottom of Maidenburgh
Street
Smallholder, jerking his
thumb up towards High St
Me: “That’s right.”Smallholder: Well, what do I do about string for my tomatoes?”
Translated, this means “Am I not right in believing that you are employed by the War Agricultural Committee?” and “How can I obtain the necessary permit to purchase string to tie up my tomatoes?”
Went into Holly Trees about 9,
and talked to Poulter. He gave me a long
lecture on my future, and urged me at all costs never to give up the Museum until I get another and better
job. Disagreed with him completely.
Back to Boxted under the rising
moon. Stopped by a ‘special’ for having
no lights. A big flight of ‘planes went
over, with bright red lights on their wings, heading for the Continent on their
usual nightly trips of destruction.
2 comments:
My dad often told of when he was a boy, he used the mine ducts as storage for contraband, such as scrumped apples. I wonder if the Royal Engineers had a find that day?
Many thanks for sharing this story with us - what a fascinating thought that the Engineers might have found your father's hoard! Thanks and best wishes, CP
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