Fine and cool. Quiet dawn. Horses coming in from the meadow, cuckoos calling in the wood. Curious how few cuckoos there are this year. Called at home. Father seems very well.
This afternoon went to the Corn
Exchange. What strange looking
characters there are there, some cruel looking, some stupid, a few kind, most
very ugly. Arranged for two judges at
the sugar beet singling competition which we are holding at Horkesley.
Had tea at Jacklin’s. Very full, big crowd. Sat with a very pretty dark girl on one side
and a very deaf man on the other. Went
to see Alderman Blomfield, but nothing very important said.
To Holly Trees, found Poulter very
depressed. Saw an exhibition arranged in
the Castle called “Bombed Churches”.
Found it was actually arranged by the Congregational Churches, and illustrated
only their chapels, with a photo or two of St Paul ’s
and the Temple Church Southport . In 1940 the Germans destroyed our buildings”
or words to that effect, implying that the wretched shack knocked down was the
original building of 250 years ago.
To Boxted at 8. Heard gunfire and machine guns far away, in a
lovely calm evening. Moon showing
through clouds, and a big flight going
out at midnight. Dozed in the armchair,
and awoke to find it was 4 o’clock, with dawn showing in the east. Went up to bed, thankful that another night
was over.
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