I think this was where I was sent at age about 4. I lived in London and was packed off with some other children on a train. I remember the nuns that looked after us and the stone steps cut in the cliff where we would access the beach. It was winter and freezing cold. I was there for a month and remember the church services on a Sunday and also being visited by a soldier who they told me was my dad. He and my mum had separated so I didn't really know him.
I never thought about going home, just remember being surprised when they came and said I was going home that day.
I tried to find it again some time ago but I think it's been pulled down. If anyone has any more information I'd be interested to hear from them.
A memory shared byon Aug 18th, 2009.
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