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25 October 1943

The poplars are now leafless except for one top spray; but it is still a green and leafy October-end down here. At no time do birches look so beautiful: their skin snow-white in the pale yellow sun, and their remaining leaves shining fallow-gold. I have to sleep at Area H.Q.¹ on Friday. Tomorrow night I am going to hobnob, chez Lewis, with – Joad of Joad Hall!