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On 3rd September 1939 I was on holiday with my parents in Polzeath, then a small village near Padstow. War was declared and we stayed on in Cornwall in a rented bungalow, but what about school? Fortunately a boys' prep school had been evacuated to a hotel just down the road - with 3 other girls I was hastily enrolled and found myself at daily Latin lessons! I enjoyed this for a year and learned enough Latin to take me through to University. Life was very quiet- no petrol, just an old bus to Wadebridge, the nearest town;two grocer's shops where we registered our ration cards (a very fair system. For amusements we took long cliff walks to collect tarry drift wood to eke out the coal allowance (no central heating) and went surfing on the atlantic rollers in summer.
The coast was protected by a wide barbed wire fence with tank traps, with small gaps to enable us to cross to the beach.

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