Septemeber 1950. We had just completed our eight weeks basic training at RAF West Kirby and were all eager to know where our next posting was to be. Against my name was RAF Amport but this raised a problem, no one had a clue where it was. I remembered that the education section had a map on the wall showing all RAF (...Read full memory)

My mother's name was Wiltsher, well known in Amport her grandfather had a blacksmiths shop in Sarsons Lane. At the outbreak of war we returned to live on The Green, I went to the school via a sweet shop owned by Barton Lizzy, passed a farm owned by Mr Stroud who had two sons. Milk was delivered by a man with churns (...Read full memory)