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I was evacuated from London when war broke out and wasn’t told where I was being sent. It was Hove, near Brighton and we stayed in a couple of different homes. They sent us to the Salvation Army for lessons before finding us a place in a local school. We had to go to the local church which no one enjoyed as it was very ‘high church’.
There were five of us girls and I remember us having teacakes and toast on a tray together. We were there until I was about 14 until France capitulated and we moved up north to Manchester with my parents. I met my husband soon after in 1942. Being evacuated certainly made me grow up fast and become independent. It was a great experience for life.

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