Dearest Mother,

I was extremely upset as you left the station last week. This will be, I'm sure, the worst and most memorable day I've ever been through. It's unbelievable you can't at least come with me to say bye-bye, if not come to live with me. The train journey was simply horrid. I had a crying fit for the two hours that we were on it. Joanna just buried her head in her hands and when I lifted her head up to see if she was OK, she was fast asleep.

When we finally got to the dreary, old train station I was almost happy that the treacherous, forlorn train journey was over. I'm sure that everyone was feeling neglected and unwanted, but I'm also sure that I felt the worst. When I saw the the list of evacuees I couldn't believe my eyes. There were thousands of people getting evacuated from London, if not millions. The board would have filled up the perimeter of our classroom in London easily. I simply won't believe that Adolf Hitler had broken so many hearts. There were a few hours of waiting with Joanna and when it was down to 10 people I started to believe that I wouldn't have a home tonight. Fortunately, a lovely young couple came along and took us "bright, young things" to our new home.

When we got to the adorable cottage, it felt like my late grandpa had come back to life. It was full of sweet smelling berries, with holly attached. It looked like one of those things you see at Christmas. As soon as I stepped inside, me and Joanna felt at home and we almost stopped crying. The couple, who were called Dorothy and Robert, were extremely understanding and sent us to bed early.