Padstow UK

Yesterday on FB I saw a tourist promo for the little fishing Village of Padstow, I shared it. Not because I want to promote tourism, but because it held special memories for me. I moved there with my sister Lily to join her husband. He was a Naval Commando training landings on Padstow beaches. None of the locals knew why or could make any sense out of it. The village was a restricted zone, we had been allowed in but could not leave. It was a very sensitive with high security everywhere. The date was late May 1944, just weeks before the D Day landings, the local beaches were very similar to those on Normandy. A few days before the landings the commandos suddenly disappeared along with their landing crafts. Of course after June 6th we all realized why the security zone. We could not leave until the restrictions were lifted and that didn’t happen until early July. We were only permitted one small suitcase arriving, so did have much more than the clothes on our backs. We had a rented room in London and the bulk of our belongings were there. We got off the train in Paddington station and took a bus to our home street in Seven Kings. When we arrived at our address there was nothing there but a huge bomb crater. Later we learned one of the first V1 flying bombs (doodlebugs) was a direct hit on the house. The first reaction was the loss of everything we owned. However, we quickly realized had we not been in Padstow but at home, I would be here today telling you this story. So yes I have fond memories of the wonderful little fishing village known as Padstow.
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