A German bomb, turning this bedroom into
a sleeping perch, leaves a flimsy canopy above the
bed.
An Air Raid Precautions worker searches the cottage
to see that no one, alive or dead is left in the
wreckage. No man in Dover can be sure his home will
not be struck next. Love of his front-line city
holds him fast. “We’ve not really been
blitzed” he says.
This book shop is one of
Dover’s many “Front-line” stores.
Distinction of being closest to the enemy is considered
good advertising. This store claims to be just “over
the fence” from Hitler. It’s most popular
books are about Dover itself. As in the United States,
blackouts in England have given enforced home-stayers
more time for reading.
They mend the maimed.
Three Dover nurses chat in front of a blast wall protecting
the entrance to a cave shelter. Seventeen-year-old
Joyce Fagg (centre) is a decorated heroine of Dover’s
long siege.
Raising chickens under fire is everybody’s
business in “Hell’s Corner.”
Eggs are scarce in wartime Dover. Almost everyone
keeps a hen house to supplement the three-a-month
egg ration. This flock occupies a once fashionable
flower garden facing the seaside promenade.
