Posted: 26/10/2016 at 13:39
B.L. you keep provoking memories, a training School for Nurses. We were stationed at Bordon in Hampshire once again recovering a wreck out in the wilds, getting dark we decided to look for some food and a drink. A country Pub warm and cosy only us in, suddenly a door opened and a head peeked round, a giggle and disappeared, another head looked more giggles, the landlord came over and said there are some nurses from the big house in there would you like to join them. Stampede into back room and yes, the jackpot. Needless to say we transported them in the Scammel to the big house, started making egg sarnies in the huge kitchen, they put some records on a player and we danced until near sun up. They may have been tired but they were fun, I managed to hit the gate post on the way off the drive, we pushed it back in place and went back to the sunken wreck.
The Nuffield Club in London for British forces held Sunday Tea Dances, a lot of the girls from the shows came in, no shows on Sundays then, also some Nurses from a nearby hospital, they were training too, plenty of dance partners to a live band and tea thrown in, (not literally, added), it often ended in tearful goodbye's at the gates of the Nurses lodgings, no entry meant exactly that, do not venture over the door step.