Rain during the night, but fine this morning. Glass still down, and S.W. wind very strong.
Soon after lunch, Hugh Gray phoned from Fordham to say the road between Wormingford and Fordham running through the aerodrome had been closed by the Americans
and no milk could be got out from the farms. I tried to phone the aerodrome and
Rotchfords, but all the phones were dead, and could get no reply at all. Race and Finlay and all their families are
quite shut off from the rest of the world, as are also the people in the
cottages. Most extraordinary state of
affairs. Must be something very big in
the wind.
Gray said the local police had
been unable to get into contact with the American commander, and all approaches
were guarded by tommy-gunners. Actually
to block the road is absurd, as no part of the flying ground can be seen from
there.
Went home twice today. Father seems very well. Tonight phoned Revd
Benton about Sir Gurney’s books, but he did not seem to be very
interested. Shan't bother any further.
Dull warm evening.
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