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Chapter 3s

With the tide at last beginning to recede, Sarah ran the boat aground by the bridge, next to a little blue and white rowing boat. Climbing out and rushing towards the Primary School, she jumped as thunder and lighting filled the air. Would the building offer any protection? James had talked of how schools were used in the war. Shaldon’s school was listed as an emergency centre. The children had been taught what to do in air-raids; although Sarah wondered whether the Board of Education’s advice: not leave the school, lie on the floor, and keep away from windows, was quite sufficient.

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Sarah looked around the site but everything was locked. The rain and wind slowed, as if holding breath. There was nothing unusual to see. There were noticeboards outside of course and an invitation to follow a poetry trail designed by the pupils.

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Apparently, over 200 children were evacuated from London’s Acton Primary to live in Teignmouth. The Morgan Giles shipyard was just across the river. Sarah had run past Morgan’s Quay to get to the boat. With it supplying over 100 vessels for the Admiralty, as well as working as an American repair base; Sarah wondered how safe the children would have been. There were many additional targets here. Bombs fell on Bitton House, the hospital, the bridge, the coastal railway; as well as the pier. How the air defences were desperately needed.  James had said there were lights and antiaircraft guns positioned on the Ness, and along both coastline and river, in an attempt to stop the bombers. Particularly vicious were those carrying incendiary bombs. Masks had been distributed in case of gas attack, so that people could safely breathe. How awful it must have been.​

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James’ words resonated with something Sarah had seen. She ran back to the notice board and the invitation. ‘Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.’ She scanned the bookmark in the poetry book from the boat. It was nearly identical. The only difference being the clumsy addition of ‘…castles in the sky’

 

A flash of the now distant lightning lit the scene, allowing Sarah to read more. The children’s poetry trail was close by. Apparently, it was up the hill in the Botanical Gardens; and at the top of the gardens… was an ornamental castle – a folly, appearing almost in the sky.

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Quickly, Sarah typed a message to James, telling him to meet her there. Just at that very moment she received a text herself.

 

‘Have worked out the clue. Meet me in the Botanical Gardens - J.’  

 

​Relieved the storm had calmed, Sarah ran as quickly as she could up Horse Lane towards the castle. The going was hard and the path steep; but she drew up all she could muster and persevered. In the corner of her eye, Sarah glimpsed another figure approaching fast – James!

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