Unless you live in the middle of nowhere you'll never really experience true darkness. Light pollution is everywhere seemingly. Tho' we did struggle walking back from the pub to our Devon digs recently. I wouldn't have lasted five minutes in the War. When we were fighting The Hun a blackout meant just that: no streetlights, no torches, no escaping light from any building was allowed whatsoever. You'd have had the ARP Warden, Mr. Hodges, on your case faster than you could say Dad's Army. Lucky then, that we had London Transport on hand to dispense some sage advice. The above sign was part of a raft of information the government were putting out there to help the war effort. I'm not a war historian but I do enjoy reading about the social history of the period and in particular the messaging (some may say propaganda) that was prevalent at the time. The Bright/Dark poster jumped out at me in a book I'm currently reading about the history of the London Transport roundel. More to follow, but not, as I say, in a World at War type way. Put that light out!
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