Real old-fashioned Christmas weather this morning, soft driving rain from South West.

Reginald & I walked down to Greystone bridge for the meet. The rain cleared over and the morning was perfect. Soft drifts of grey cloud with peeks of blue sky, and the woods & countryside rich in colour. At the bridge there were very few people, chiefly farmers. The only one we knew was Cicely Lewis, & afterwards the rest of the family arrived in a car. One of the brothers, Ted, belongs to a public school corps connected with the Navy. He dresses like a ordinary sailor.

Molly Lewis came with us to the field by Woodtown & although the
Fox broke cover on the Timbrel Ham side we did not see him. The scent was good, but it is difficult to get a good run on a day like to day with so many footers about. I came away at 12.

News from Dover that a bomb was dropped there on Thursday, but no lives were lost.

The Radcliffe’s came over in the afternoon bringing Miss Walker, and after tea we went to the Rectory to see the Smith children act a Freud play, and a German play. Daisy & Freddie & Pat, the two former did it so well.