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When I was ten years old I was evacuated from Brixton in London and sent to Paignton in Devon with the rest of the school.

My father was in the Navy in the Norwegian Fjords, so I didn’t get to see him a lot.

The time in Devon was one of the best childhood memories that I have. I used to pick pin roses, bunch them up and sell them in the town.

I also had to share a bed with fellow evacuees, but I used to sleepwalk and when I woke up I climbed back into the bed, and the light went on and I realised that I was in the wrong bed!

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