Cloudy today, and westerly
wind. Got in early, and went to Peldon
on my cycle to see the new cattle. Went
down to Sampsons, and Newpots, met Frank Warren, Joe, and Nott there. Cannot understand Warren
Saw little Robin, looking
wonderfully well and fit, fat as a pig.
Wish I could use him.
Went into the tiny church to eat
my bread and cheese, as there did not seem to be anywhere else to go. Sat quietly eating in one of the pews, and
was rather taken by surprise when Pearse, Duncan Clark’s partner, walked in
with some architectural students. He
seemed equally surprised to see me.
Started back about 3, and went
round by Abbots Wick to Birch. Stopped
to drink out of the Reservoir, as had had nothing since breakfast. Suddenly saw Sisson coming along in his car,
on his way to inspect some bomb-damage at Wigborough.
Just as I got to Layer ‘Donkey
& Buskins’ heard sirens all round.
One or two fighters came about, but nothing else happened. ‘All-clear’ came very soon, only a few
minutes, but there was another alarm at Shrub End at 7.15. Decided to call on Hilda Smith, getting there
just as the ‘all-clear’ went again.
Stayed half an hour, went to the office, called at home and then to
Boxted, very tired indeed.
Looks like rain tonight.
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