Wed July 21 8.30 A.M [1943]

Jean has gone to school and I have just had my breakfast. I am feeling better to-day and have eaten a slice of fried ham, the last of the first ham except a slice for Father and a small piece I am boiling today to be in readiness for Emmie’s cousin if she comes this week. Mist turned to fine drizzle last night (that’s what this new pen nib reminds me of. I like a Relief nib) and the air is damp this morning with poor visibility. The wolds are not in sight. Tide coming in so it may go out when the tide does. A little more sunshine would liven us up. Harvest has already started in one or two places beating any previous early record by 2 weeks.

[Aside: New era in aeronautics.] Two weeks ago the first train-ferry came from America to England, that is to say a motorless glider towed behind a plane. It made a perfect journey and landed exactly to time. I once told Miss Trevor that before we died we should see the young people get their little plane from a shed as she did her cycle, when they were going a mile or two. If we live our allotted span it looks like being true, but they may even be gliders instead of planes. That was over 15 years ago. I should think she is more credulous now, surely, than she was then.

‘Relief’ – brand name for a high quality pen nib.

Miss Trevor was presumably a long-term acquaintance in the village.

Have you read an introduction to May Hill & family (includes photographs) and explored ‘The Casualties Were Small’?

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