An extract from his diary of Autumn 1939, Cecil Woodland waxes lyrical about the blackout.
The Blackout was so complete - that on moonless cloudy nights, it was impossible to see anything outside. I remember going with Mavis one evening to meet Mum home from a whist-drive at the YMCA village hall. We had a dimmed torch, but followed the way up Station Road more by force of habit. Even the outlines of the trees and builings were not visible against the blackness of the sky.
However on clear Autumn nights- when there was no competition from the moon - this lack of man made light gave the stars a brilliance rarely seen during the 20th century. The heavens glowed with a phosphorescence, revealing the true exquisite splendour of the Milky Way and the myriads of varied stars. |