To Post before 1.00am, feeling
dreadful. As I went down the lane by Ridgwalls, there
were rifle shots down by the Nayland road, and the sound of a lorry driving
away. Probably poachers. Old Diaper on
with me, and was very kind. Ate apple
and drank hot sweet tea at 3am, but did not feel any better.
Brilliant moonlight night, yet
all quiet. ‘Diver’ on at 3, and again at
4.30, but nothing in the area. Never so
glad to see the dawn, and thankful to crawl into bed at 5.30. Felt bad on waking, and could not eat, not
even the delicious tomato sandwiches Miss Bentley made for me.
Went to bed again at 9, but felt
so queer did not know what to do. Long
to be sick.
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