On the road to Wareham ....

Henry Smith (german spy) had walked along the road to what he thought was Wareham - however it was Wool, he stayed the night in the Black Bear Inn. The weather being good he decided to continue to Wareham on foot rather than take the train.

Late in the afternoon, he seemed to be lost, he saw a schoolgril approaching and asked her the way..

Smith: Can you tell me the way to Wareham in Dorset ?

Schoolgirl: Same as you wears'em any where else mister ...

The girl giggled and ran past him into the nearby cottage. Her response evoked a wry smile from Smith, Smith knocked on the door of the cottage, a woman answered the door and gave him directions ..and also advised him that there was an escaped lunatic in the area....

Smith walked for about a five minutes own the road, as he turned left at the crossroads he ran into a dishevelled man - as he looked closer he realised the man was in a straight jacket - must be the poor unfortunate man the woman told him about... the man was muttering in some sort of german  .... he looked familiar though ... then it dawned on him, back hair small black moustache, put him in the right clothes at a distance you could have mistaken him for Hitler ... Smith hoped the poor man was not prone to violence ...

Smith was uncertain what to do next; however a plain coloured van passed by and pulled up just down the road and out got a doctor and nurse who ushered the poor unfortunate into the back...

The young doctor approached Smith ....

Doctor: are you alright ?

Smith: Yes thanks

Doctor:Can we give you a lift ? we're going to pass through Bournemouth.

Smith: Can you you drop me off in Poole ?

Doctor: Of course, you can sit up front in the passenger seat...

Smith followed the doctor back to the ambulance and got in - off they went......what a stroke of luck thought Smith a free ride. During the journey Smith had a strange idea - was the man in the back the result of a failed attempt to create a double of Hitler, he dismissed the idea and sat back and enjoyed the ride...

England stands ready

      At the end of the pier at Freezingham two squaddies stand, armed, with a rifle and ten rounds of ammunition each. Inside the old amusement arcade they have laboriously constructed an inner fortress of hollow timber walls and shingle from the beach,
  the latrine stands inside the old Punch and Judy stand,
  prompting cries of " That`s the way to do it"  whenever it is used.
    Their task is not to hold the pier against the invader, but by means of their radio, call down artillery fire upon the beaches from the nearby batteries on Brownsea and behind Christchurch.
   Indeed, with their line of retreat across a single plank bridging the gap the engineers have blown in the pier, it seems a place to stand and die.
   ` Why us?" asks Gunner Adams,

    "Cos were `ere lad, nobody else` replies Bombardier Harris.

They are not alone in holding the front line.

  Further along the coast, where the River  Piddle reaches the sea, Others are standing guard, watching and waiting. Ready for Anything.