I lived throughout the Second World War in a so-called safe area - Lancaster in Lancashire - but only a few miles across Morecambe Bay my maternal grandparents died as the result of bombing raids on Barrow-in-Furness where Vickers Shipyards were situated and submarines were built.
In 1939, we had two very poor little kids, from the slums of Salford, staying with us for a few months after war broke out; and a few years later young Will Pringle was sent to us from Walworth, in London, to be safe from the rocket attacks on the capital.
A terrible irony for my family was that my nine years old sister died of tubercular meningitis just a few days before VE Day in 1945; while everyone else was celebrating and partying we were plunged into absolute misery.