John Knibb remembers :-
"Then came the bombing. I recall Mum shouting ‘Get up!
They’re over!’ and my eyes opening to the night
through the open window, and seeing a most beautiful
I cowered under the stairs many nights wondering if the sixth of any
stick would hit us. But although seeming to be near me they were aimed
at the Docks five miles away.
There was some comfort from the occasional bang of the Deysbrook Lane
Ack Ack gun! "