26th April 1941 Planes roaring

Planes roaring woke me at 2am, shortly after came the sirens. I rang bell to daddy's room, Marion also woke up and crept into bed with me. Half and hour later all clear sounded and I returned to my bed and hot water bottle, as it is very cold again. What a climate. There has been a procession of people from Plymouth to neighbouring villages since the blitz, many are on foot and many have to sleep under hedges. Pray for the people of Plymouth the papers say.