Went into town by way of
Walsh came in from Writtle this
morning, to talk about repairs to buildings and yard, but I don't suppose
anything will be done.
Spent the afternoon checking
names of farmers’ on the parish lists.
Nearly everybody else went to Peldon to hear a lecture on the grain
drier which is to be put up there.
Rushed off soon after 4 to get to
Horkesley Post at 5. People working in
the fields, horse-hoeing, spreading lime, picking peas. Met a gang of our Women's Land Army girls, getting on
the bus at quarter to 5, so they must have left the field by 4.30 at the
latest. This sort of thing is very
largely the fault of the bus drivers, who get there as early as they can for
their own convenience.
Had no tea until I got a cup at
the Post. Lovely evening, with high
light clouds, and a few ‘planes about, circling for height, looking like little
Tadpoles swimming in a bowl. As the sun
sank there were great bars of golden light to the west, and dark clouds piled
up like endless mountain ranges, snow covered, of the most fantastic shapes.
There were a fair number of
‘planes about, some heavy bombers circling, and several lots of fighters took
off from Boxted. The weather was rather
clouding, but the actual observation was not difficult. Glad when 9 at last came, and I hurried back
to Woodside for a delicious supper.
Heard bombers going out at about 11, but felt very tired tonight. Looked out at half past eleven, and found a
very light rain falling. There was a red
glare far away to the North, and an uncanny silence.
The funeral service for Captain
Grundy, the Home Guard officer murdered at Abberton, was held at the Garrison
Church this afternoon. The gun-carriage
was drawn by a light lorry, driven by an ATS girl. Curious jobs girls are made to do in these
days.
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