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I was about four when my Father was transferred to Lympstone in Devon.

Our first home was a Fisherman鈥檚 cottage and when the tide came in a large board was placed across the front door to stop the sea water coming in to the house. We did not stay there long and moved in as lodgers with a farmer and his family.

I remember the food was better than any other I had tasted, I was now five years old and had to go to school. There was no school transport, no buses and no cars.

My home was three miles from the school and there were no school meals so I walked twelve miles a day on my own.
This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Becky Barugh of the 大象传媒 Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Marcia West and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

See more of Marcia's stories:

• 1) The night I was born
• 2) A ticking pillowcase
• 3) The table lifted off the floor
• 4) Thrown in the gutter
• 5) My first chocolate bar
• 6) Crisscrossed tape and heavy black curtains

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