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I was actually born in Germany in 1951 as my father was serving there in the Royal Air Force as a Squadron Leader. When he was posted back to England we were shifted around a bit but I do know that from 1953 to 1956 we were living in one of the small huts at RAF Woodcote. This was a very tiny camp tucked away in the woods just south of the village.

My family consisted of my father; a Scotsman called Charles Sorrie, my mother Odette (she was French and they had met in the war), my brother Kenneth and myself, James. We lived on the Headquarters Site in family accommodation huts; not of the Nissen type but of a more square prefabricated concrete design.

My memory of Woodcote was that it was a friendly place and living there was a happy time for me. As children we had complete freedom to roam the site and were able to explore the woods and to review all the comings and goings of life on an RAF station (albeit a small one), which to me was one long adventure.

I remember how the Fire Station was always immaculately clean and tidy. I used to watch those long "Queen Mary" low loader vehicles manoeuvring through the gates into the site. The canvas topped pick up trucks were making regular journeys into and out of the camp.

Although this campsite was isolated a bit from the village I still remember that my parents managed to integrate with village life and I recall that I did make friends with some of the children from the village. I can remember that the couple that ran The Red Lion pub were named Bernard and Marion Mann and they had a daughter called Penny. I can remember Summer Celebrations on that huge green in which all village children took part linking hands and dancing round in a circle. I suppose it's possible that some residents today would even remember us as a family

In 1956 my father received his next and final posting as Station Commander at R.A.F Roade in Salcey Forest, Northants, which closed in 1959.

I now live in Northants and have only ever returned to the site just once a few years ago. When I eventually found the site it was a very strange feeling to see again the place, which had created a great many impressions on me as a child.

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