Downham at war
The charabanc came to a stop outside our house. The awaiting crowd clambered aboard in fearful haste and in no time at all the vehicle chugged away as fast as it could heading towards Chislehurst Caves.
Those of us left behind knew that the evening air raid would start soon and as expected the wailing of the siren sent us all scurrying to our Anderson Shelter. We had to climb piles of soil and half-filled sandbags to enter the shelter because we were in the throes of shelter enlargement to make extra room for our sister Lyl and her new baby Teresa.
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