Port Elizabeth, South Africa
This morning, at breakfast, I met the owner of the B&B we were staying in. I was telling him the circumstances of why we visited Port Elizabeth. I told him how my dad had come to move to South Africa after WW2 and that he had spent time in India before being sent back to England. The owner replied that his dad had also been in the RAF and had also spent a year in India. His dad was in 426 Squadron Bomber Command while my dad was in 89 night fighter squadron. ...