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As time went by, we settled down, but I do remember very, very plainly the Sunday afternoon when the Germans arrived with their big planes, because we lived out at St Peter’s. We were on the flight path to the airport, and they were really flying very low over our house, which was a very sad experience. We had to pack our bags, we were so frightened of them, and we made our way to the cliffs, thinking we’d be a lot safer over there. But we realized that it was to be for a long while, so we just came back home and wondered how things were going to happen.

The Germans landed on the Sunday and the afternoon of that Sunday my cousin Clifford was driving his car down towards L’Erée. The Germans stopped him and asked where he was going, and he said he was going round the island with his girlfriend. They said, ‘You get out of the car and I will take the car’. So Clifford said ‘No, we will not’, and there was quite a little bit of trouble, you know, for a little while. Clifford managed to hold on to the car, but after they had gone, I mean, he was quite, you know, very frightened indeed.
WIN LE CHEMINANT

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