The saga continues:......
When young ATA girl delivered the Spitfire back to Biggin she met the Canadian pilot whose aircraft it was. She had never been to London before and he invited her to see the sights. The had dinner and then one thing led to another; it was just another wartime romance.
The next day the ATA Oxford picked her up for her next trip and then he went off on a Rhurbarb sortie over Northern France. Unfortunately he met a very enterprising Focke Wulf 190 pilot and ended up in a field again; this time sans aeroplane. He was shipped off to a comfortable POW camp and knowing what side his bread was buttered settled down to see out the war.
Our pretty ATA pilot, meanwhile, was busy ferrying various aeroplanes from place to place but after a couple of months found that she as getting airsick more often than normal. A trip to the MO revealed that the evening in London had led to a bit more than expected. There was no chance of contacting her Canadian; she was not N of K so it was far too difficult; so she had to give up the job she loved and go home to Selkirk.
There she met and old flame who had just returned on unexpected leave and found that his wife had been supplementing the money he had sent her. They two, with similar but different troubles, got together and when his divorce came through they were married. Her son, now theirs, had an excellent upbringing and when he matured has artistic talent saw him venture into photography and open his own shop.
The Canadian had seen through the war and was now back in Canada. He flew for a time in Canada and then got a job with Pan American. This turned out to be his career and he did the whole thing from Stratocruisers to Boeing 747s. He never did get married; with a plane full of hostesses in the back who would, so he spent his money on property and oil shares.
He retired in the mid eighties and decided to retrace some memories of the war. He was wondering about this pretty young ATA girl he had met and had missed because of the fortunes of war. Whilst he was in the can, he had heard that she was expecting but had no idea whether it was his or not. He remembered his forced landing at Selkirk and also remembered that the ATA girl had mentioned it too so he thought that by going there he may find out what the truth was. Now he was retired and incredibly well heeled he travelled to Selkirk.
He did not want to draw attention to himself so he booked into a small B&B. Somewhere along the way his camera had gone AWOL but luckily there was a photographers shop in the town that might be able to take some photographs for him.
To be continued…
El Grifo
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Last edited by Fareastdriver; 10th Jul 2012 at 09:14.