Poulter told Hull what I had said about lack of water at the Castle, but he made no comment whatever.
Had a letter from Joan Blomfield today, saying that [she would send me her cob] Robin next Tuesday, so I must get rid of the little grey pony before then. I only wish I felt more capable of tackling a fresh horse.
Lovely night tonight, wonderfully clear, the sky full of stars, meteors, and searchlights.
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