|Compiled by John Meads 2006|
How to interpret the multiplicity of 'H.Q.' Squadron's activities? How to win the attention of those lonely men in outposts of the Squadron whose nomenclature, mysterious as any agent's box number, is the single word "Employed"? How to penetrate the labyrinthine attics of R.H.Q. (
We believe, like the other squadrons, that ours is the most friendly, the most picturesque village. Certainly, it is nearer
After losing ourselves amid the vast rooms of
At sport we had good reason to congratulate ourselves. At the Burton Latimer Gala Sports, the Squadron won its first cup - for tug-of-war Many of us will have cause to remember later on the peaceful afternoons spent on the village cricket pitch early in the summer. With the help of a steam-roller and the expert knowledge of the groundsman, we got the table into shape again after two years of neglect. The cattle seemed to resent the intrusion and we found that Dannert wire (springy barbed wire) had its uses after all. Most successful batsmen were Tuck, Drake and Bowden. (In 1942, Kenneth Tuck married Mary Wright who later ran the Ideal Shop, a ladies wear shop in the High Street)
Lastly, we must not forget the private swimming pool placed at our disposal by its owner Mr. Gray. Its cool, willow-and rose-fringed waters have been a source of infinite refreshment after hard, hot days of work.
When R.H.Q. arrived at the Rectory and indignant parishioner complained to the Rector that the Red Devil on the gate was not a suitable emblem for a church house!
Mr. Long was not frightened by
IN THE SERGEANT'S MESS
The mess-room, very conveniently situated at one of the local pubs, (The Horse & Groom - now the Olde Victoria) is now being furnished and games supplied, in readiness for the long dark evenings. Perhaps a couple of "ladies' nights" wi;; be an added attraction, and the "Sheikh of the Regal Café" (Regal cinema café,
To close, Alf's nightly benediction, "Goodnight, God bless you, mind them white lines." ('Alf' was Alf Wilkinson. landlord at the Horse & Groom)
P.S. The members of the Mess always thought until recently that a leap out of the bedroom window meant a fire, but apparently one evening another state of emergency arose for one of our very well-known Sergeants.