‘So we’re prisoners, thought Ed. We’ll be taken back to Germany, put
into German prison camps.
He would not have his holiday in Ireland, would not
see his father, mother and sister until the war was over, or he might never
see them again.
He stared dully out at the empty sea. If only, he thought –
if only there was someone out there who would rescue us.’
‘Dear Mr and Mrs McMahon,
…If we are relatives, I wonder could I ask a great favour of you. I have
a son, Clive aged fourteen, and a daughter, Marjorie, aged eleven. I urgently
need to evacuate them from this dangerous spot; we are only a few miles from
the coast of England and invasion could happen at any moment. ‘
‘ …we would love to have your children, though I must warn you that the
place is full of children at the moment.
Bridget is here for the summer with
her twins, Paddy and Patsy, and our niece Kitty is here with her daughter
Vivian – she’s fourteen – and her son Ed who’s twenty and in the
American Merchant Navy will be arriving next month.’
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‘In this book I have taken the opportunity to go back to some characters
from former books. 