Dull, and cooler. No ‘planes about all morning. Engledow ‘phoned again about Mrs. Allen.
Heard today that nearly 400
gallons of milk from the Tey district were wasted on Monday through being left
on a lorry all day in the boiling sun.
The transport of milk is now undertaken by the Milk Marketing Board, which
takes no precautions whatever to safeguard the supplies. The farmers have no redress at all, and have
the milk sent back to them. It cannot be
made into cheese because neither the Milk Marketing Board nor the farmers have the
means of doing so, the art having been quite lost in Essex .
Called at home this evening, rain
just beginning, making everything smell fresh and sweet. To Holly Trees, and collected some more
papers from Benham. Then to Boxted, and
at Mile End saw there had been a confirmation, the little girls in their veils
and white dresses running across the churchyard from the church to the
schoolroom. The Bishop of Colchester
came out, and got into a small green motor-car with a woman driver.
Glorious sweet peas in the garden
at Woodside, glistening after the rain.
Had supper, listening to the
‘Itma’ show on the radio, then cycled over to the Observer Post at Boxted, to report
there.
Noticed some hay cut and cocked
at Holly Lodge.
Bed 11.30. Quiet light, although clouds had come over.
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