Tuesday’s Child Is Full of Grace. Part 5

Girls go on holiday, and mother succeeds in tightening nuts, where others failed

By May Vincent. Additional remarks by Graham Vincent.

How we left things last week:

It was still in war-time that Nancy’s and my parents agreed that we, then 18 yrs. of age, be allowed to go off on holiday, on our own without our families and in June 1944 she & I spent a glorious fortnight at Port William putting up at the lesser of its two hotels. I suppose we were not entirely free of family supervisition [sic] inasmuch as my grandmother and two aunts, Polly & Netta noted our movements from time to time. But there was an R.A.F. Station at Wigtown and soon we were a foursome enjoying the fun of even these temporary boyfriends. Twelve months on we repeated the joyful holiday experience—albeit it with two different airmen, in luck to again enjoy heat-wave conditions. Nancy seemed to get quite serious with her Flt. Sergeant but was found out to have a young wife in London and poor Nancy experienced her first romantic heartbreak.