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I can remember being taken to see a crashed aircraft at Cheyne Rock, Sheerness. This could have been the same aircraft as Ted's (see Ted Wynnes' story), except it was on the beach when I saw it. I can remember to this day how scared I was because this German might be hiding and waiting to get us, and I didn't know what a German was or what one looked like.

My mother was a fruit picker and our time was spent in the orchards around Bramblefield Lane, at Grovehurst, Kemsley (near Sittingbourne). I can remember my brother and I watching the Doodle-bugs coming over once - we had helped to put the other young children in the air-raid shelter.

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