Not up until 8.30, and not at
office till quarter to 10. Capt. Folkard was
furious, but said nothing. Lovely
morning, very hot. Wheat is now a deep
gold. Great flocks of sparrows flying
about, always a trouble near towns.
When cycling in had a sudden idea
regarding the date of sea-walls – the Mersea block-house was built during the
Civil War: would it be worthwhile to examine its conjunction with the sea-wall
at that point? No doubt the wall is
earlier, but it would be nice to know.
An alarm this afternoon at
quarter past 2. Heard a few distant
bangs. Opened the window to hear better
but all my papers blew away. Had tea at
Last’s. Hoped to find Diana there, but
she was not. Then home, was delighted to
find that Father had slept through the alarm last night. He often does nowadays.
Had some supper at Culver St Café
and then hurried to the Post by 9.
Lovely cool summer evening.
‘Diver’ came on at 10 o’clock, and we hurried to get the tea put on before
anything happened. Glorious sunset to
the NW, behind high cloud masses piled up in fantastic hills and valleys, with
a rugged coast-line fretted with deep fjords and locks, dotted with islands set
in a greeny golden sea. Over the ‘phones
heard them say that 4 ‘divers’ had just been destroyed over Kent. Birds singing all round, and then a sudden
sharp shot from the copse behind Ridgnalls.
In the distance a gentle hum of invisible aircraft. Wonder who has been killed in Kent at the end
of this lovely day?
Heard them say at Centre that 8
out of 10 ‘divers’ had been destroyed short of London, but one had gone off to
a point S.W. of Cambridge.
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