The night of 7th July 1943 was heavy with an approaching storm.
My sister and I were in our beds. Our mother came to kiss us goodnight before going out to dinner. I asked her if she was going to Government House. The incumbents were the Duke of Windsor, now Governor of the Bahamas, and the Duchess.
‘No,’ she whispered, ‘and what a relief. Wallis always teases me because I have nothing decent to wear. It all went down with the ship.’ She was
