- Contributed byÌý
- csvdevon
- People in story:Ìý
- Monica Anne Whipp, my parents - Cecil and Dorothy Whipp, and my sister Pamela
- Location of story:Ìý
- Worthing, East Sussex
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A4148534
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 03 June 2005
I had gone on holiday with my parents and sister to Worthing. I remember on the Saturday, droves of aeroplanes crossing the Channel and my father saying, ‘It looks as if it’s war.’
On Sunday morning, after my father had gone to the local Church for the 8am service and we had had breakfast — fries eggs with fried tomatoes, a real treat for us — we went to the beach.
My sister and I were building sandcastles or fishing, when on the dot of 11am, the sirens went off. Immediately the ARP wardens came onto the beach and said everyone must get off the beach. It was war and the Germans might come over and bomb us. My father said we would probably be safer if we stayed on the beach and hid under the groins but they made us all go back to our guest houses. I was quite glad we had to go back to the house as I can still remember feeling how cold it was, even though the sun was out.
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