Gazing into the looking glass of time I spied a familiar reflection; for I recognised the person in the picture. Incredibly he appeared to be me, me as I was 77 years ago in another time and another place. Then with research and the use of emotional memories, the whole story unfolded in vivid emotional Technicolor.
I had always felt that I did not belong in this time or place, a common feeling that many of us often have.
It all started with the discovery of a B17 engine at the Pilot Inn, Dungeness, England.