For their WWII project, Boy had to dress as an evacuee head off to Nothe Fort for an authentic day in 1942. He was unimpressed with his lunch choice (he had his entire weeks ration of cheese in one go, he’ll regret THAT in a couple of days time), and unlike NO.1 (who loved this trip) he didn’t seem to really get into the whole experience. However, standing at the school gate, watching them all troop off down the road, I wasn’t the only Mum with an odd lump in my throat.

 

 

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