Thursday, January 24, 2008

Wednesday 20th October 1937

Morning fog. As I lay in bed I heard an intermittent booming, seawards. Even inland, here at Eastwoodbury, I can hear the sirens of the shops!

After the days of fog, days of wind and rain. Trees half bare. Falling leaves. Dead leaves. Autumn.

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