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I worked at Chattis Hill, Stockbridge where Spitfires were assembled and tested. After being passed fit for service, they were flown off to various aerodromes, sometimes by ferry pilots. These were young society girls with a pilots licence.

There were five large hangars dotted across the training gallops and horses were often seen out for their morning exercise. If the hangar doors were open, we could watch them as we worked. We would go out during out lunch-break and pick wild strawberries mushrooms and cobnuts.

I have been back to Chattis Hill, but all you can see now are a few iron rings set in concrete where the Spitfire tail planes were tied down. Those were happy days, even though there was a war on.

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