Image 5 from a series of 6.
A juxtaposition of images from Whitstable, Zandvoort and historical document.
As my father leapt on his bike and chased the aircraft in the skies over Kent, my grandmother stirred great containers of very poor 'food' and distributed it to fellow prisoners. An embroidered apron depicted this and their ID numbers. My mother had to queue elsewhere just in case she would receive more?
Ref: collage 5