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This story is submitted by a volunteer on behalf of Radio Bristol Action Desk at City of Bristol College.

When Patricia was 6 years old, the children all went from the catholic Filwood School, Knowle by coach to Temple Meads Station and then to Exeter. They just had a tiny case with a change of clothes and gasmask. They had a big hall there and from there most went to Exmouth. We were stood in a line and picked out. I was crying all the time, but I had my brother with me. A nice lady from London picked my brother and me out and we were billeted at London Road, Exmouth. We were there for three and half years. I didn't see my mother because there little ones at home still (I was one of seven children). My father was regular soldier, so we didn't see him all the war.

When we were on the beach we could see the Spitfires above. I enjoyed it in Exmouth because the man there taught us how to row and took us out to Dawlish Warren.

We had plenty of food and were never short of anything.

My mother came and took us back to Bristol, but I felt I didn't know her and that she had left us.

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