A lovely day. In the morning I collected some things for the WI Garden Produce Sale which started in the afternoon. Grattan rang up to say he could not catch the last train to Hedingham, and later he rang up again to say that he could get down to Braintree by 8.30, and Anne drover over to meet him in Tils Smith's car.
We had a lovely dish of strawberries for him, not to speak of salad and new potatoes, and he thoroughly enjoyed his supper.
Pantilleria has fallen.