Family life with my sister Joy, and our cousins, was fun and we realised later just how fortunate we were living under the Downs in a house looking out over the town as far away as Dungeness Power Station, about forty miles on a clear day.
Sundays were always special. My parents ran an open home on a Sunday for any girls who had nowhere to go to. They could come to our home for a meal, fellowship and a sing around the piano. There were two teacher training colleges for girls in town, some of whom came regularly, and often nurses from the local hospital, including some from abroad, in particular, Austria.