This blog posts extracts from E J Rudsdale's diaries of life on the home front in Britain during the Second World War. Each extract is posted exactly 70 years after it was first written, so follow events through the eyes of a witness to the war.
23rd April 1941
Bitterly cold weather. Three or four companies of soldiers came marching up East Hill this morning, headed by a band, and officers mounted, a sight I have not seen for years. Went to the pictures tonight, to see “No, No Nanette”, rather weak, but old, haunting tunes that I remember from years ago.