May I share a memory from the Second World War?
In 1939, my family was living in Preston Barracks and my parents had bought me a bike called a Fairy Cycle.
My mum would let my younger sister and I leave the barracks but only as far as The Avenue and back.
One day, when we had nearly got as far as The Avenue, the air raid siren sounded.
I turned the bike around. My sister stood on the back bar and held on to me as I pedalled for all I was worth.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a lady hurrying across the road to take us into her house until the all-clear.
I can see her now: A kind face and wearing an apron and slippers. But I wasn't stopping for anything.
We got home before the siren had finished wailing. Well, we were on a fairy bike.
M E G Grice
-Ditchling Road, Brighton
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