Fine morning, after a quiet
night, but wakened early by the roar of ‘planes going out. Got in rather late, but before 9.30. Labour rows all morning. Engledow came down, - what an unpleasant
creature he is. Much argument about poor
Wratten’s death. Apparently we are clear
of any claim as it happened in her own time.
Admitted in the press today that
the “diver” attacks on London
Some of our oats are cut at
Wigborough.
This evening cycled down to
Sheepen to see how the place looked, and went along the by-pass to see some of
Mr. Craig’s cows in the water-meadows.
As I stood there a young woman dressed in pink came along on a cycle,
and got off to speak to me. She was
smiling in a most friendly manner, but as soon as she began to speak it was
clear that she was quite mad. Could not
understand anything she said, and came away.
Her cycle was brand new.
To Boxted, and had a terrible
stomach-ache on the way. Could not move
for 10 minutes. Went slowly towards the
Post soon after midnight, as I had to be there at one. How eerie these lanes are at night. Many ‘planes going out, their navigation
lights shining. “Divers” on when I got
there, and soon after there was considerable gunfire to the south, and we could
see with the glasses a “diver” going over Bradwell apparently coming in from
the south-east. Fear that the Germans
must be building new launching-platforms right up the Belgian coast, although
one would have thought the distance across the North Sea
would have been too great.
Clouds came over very thick, and
we were busy the best part of an hour, on the alert, in case any “divers”
turned northwards into the Foxes’ area. [Rudsdale's Observer Post at Great Horkesley was known as 'Fox One' and was one of three 'Fox' Posts in North Essex].
At last it was over, and we were able to make the tea.
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