In the morning we walk down to Mutton Cove and watch the ships. The little playground area was closed and the slide, swings and roundabout had been removed for removed for salvage. After dinner (about middday in those days), I would go to Sunday School. As far as I can remember Sunday School was held in the crypt area of the church with mostly volunteer ladies in charge and the Vicar would put in an occasional apearance. I liked the stories. The church was just a few hundred yards and so Mum instead of taking me , after a while would stand at our back door and watch me walk to the church and go in. She was always there to meet me and often we would then go for a walk. Once in a while we'd walk to the Torpoint Ferry and stroll around the lanes of Torpoint.
Evenings were usually spent indoors with my parents listening to the radio either on the home service or light programmes.
Around the end of the war Sunday School trips were restarted where we all went by train outside of Plymouth to some playing fields at Bere Ferrers. From memory just a large field and some wooden huts that served teas and we'd take part in egg & spoon races and sack races and, with a partner - three-legged races.
At the end of the War there were the locally arranged Street parties -long tressle tables filled the streets and we had jellies and lemonade. There seemed to be several in our long street and mostly were on a Saturday - the traffic was barred and everyone went.
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