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The following was written by my grandfather, Fred Goody at the end of February 1943.

Of all the counties I have visited, I find that Surrey is the most beautiful of them all. Essex has its flatlands and marshlands and tributaries, Norfolk its Broads, Berkshire its woodlands. But Surrey鈥檚 Hills, Dales and Downs surpass them all.

I am at this moment doing four weeks of strenuous training at a Pioneer Training school and the camp is the Alexandra Orphanage at Duxhurst.

Standing on the hill and gazing over the valley, one is struck by the beauty that Nature provides. What could be more charming at this season of the year than to look over its green fields and hills with its small woods dotted here and there. The town of Reigate looks as peaceful and charming, nestling at the foot of large chalk hills. Let鈥檚 travel a little further along the border and stop at Oxted. Here again is scenery that any artist would be proud to paint. Once again we have the small town lying in the valley while behind it towers the huge chalk and sand hills. This is quite a new town but is built in the Tudor style, this helps to add to its beauty. This district is well known for its commons, golf courses and Blue Bell woods also the home of the Nightingale.

We then make a detour and finish up at Horley with its famous Race-course at Gatwick and once more its charming countryside.

When I think of all this, I begin to realise that it has taken the War with all its horrors and disasters to provide me with this wonderful memory.
Although the month has been strenuous for me I appreciate the fact that fate has sent me here.

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