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Unusual for this time, we went on a holiday to Suffolk in Summer 1943, the first time I went on a train and we had to go via London, we could not go across country and I was frightened to death. We had to be met at a place called Beccles by my Uncle because this was a restricted military area, for many reasons. He would have to have vouched for us.

We went to visit Uncle and Aunty who lived just outside a village called Wrentham, just south of Lowestoft, my uncle was in a reserved occupation, has he was an agricultural engineer. One day he took me and my cousin Anne in his little van to a farm and near this farm there were three tall towers, and all my uncle would say about these towers was; they were Hush — Hush Towers and it was only in later years, that I found out they were actually Radar Towers.
My Uncle was a member of the Royal Observer Corps and I know for a fact he had many distressing memories of events and also the many difficult situations during this difficult time period.
The time I spent on this farm was marvellous, we had bacon and egg pies and rationing was no problem. They also had billeted with them two airmen, one was Nick Carter from London and an airman called Jock who kept himself to himself.

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