Doodlebug Over Whitton

A Memory of Whitton.

It must have been 1944. My Dad was in Burma. Mum, my brother and sister and I had been visiting Dads parent(s) in Seaton Road, Whitton. It was very dark as we sat waiting for the No 18 train to take us back to Feltham. Then we heard the distinctive pulsating throb of the Doodlebug.We could see its exhaust flame which suddenly went out. Moments later there was a huge explosion from the direction of the High Street. Was it a filling station it hit?.
The train arrived soon after and we went home.