We’ve just had a wonderful weekend away, staying in a small barn in the North Yorkshire moors. Surrounded by sheep, moorland and endless vistas with no hint of civilization…it was blissfully peaceful. On our route home we snooped around Catterick to find my grandmother’s old home. She lived there between 1939 and 1941 whilst Arthur, her husband, was stationed at Catterick Camp.
I thought it was going to be easy. I had the address written down, taken from numerous letters from that period. I’d google earthed it when I was writing the section of my novel that features her living at this address. How surprised I was then to not be able to work out exactly which house she’d lived in with the one-legged landlord and his wife. In my novel I’ve got her walking to the cinema to meet a friend in the blackout with Mr Osmund (the one-legged landlord) escorting her there…having driven the streets in real life (as opposed to Google life!) I realise this would not be possible. I’ve unearthed a few interesting snippets since coming home and have found the Catterick Camp History Facebook page to be an invaluable source of local knowledge and old photographs from that period.
I’ve printed out a map of Catterick and plotted various sites on it: her street, the shops, cinema and the Naafi.
I feel a rewrite coming on!