Today there was a darkness on the face of the earth. We had a partial eclipse. I was glad when it was over. The greenish dusk that came on from 9A.M. was unpleasant and unlike the natural sinking of the sun. I could easily imagine the eerie power of such fading, without definite extinguishment, on the men working on the Newgrange job. Sacrifices would have to be made and permission to continue sought. Elders that had seen the big one would be consulted, then the work would go on.
In the unprecedented cloudy conditions of this morning there was not perfect viewing but I had an occasional glimpse of the bite. The flares that rise from the surface of the sun were not apparent. A robin thinking it was bed time rested in the fuchsia bush.