Based on interviews, archive material and memoirs, this delightful book tells the true stories of the 3 million British children evacuated during World War II from its bomb-ravaged cities to the safety of the countryside. For most, it saved their lives, but it changed them forever. Most poignant are those who, having struggled to cope with rural life, then found they could not readjust at home: the child who had come to love snowdrops, the boy who could no longer bear the noise of his overcrowded slum family, the many children who returned to a recognition of how dirty and limited their home lives really were. The foster parents varied from dire to people with hearts of gold, and they were changed too. I loved the story of the bachelor in Herts with an East End Jewish family who joined in their festivals, even doing the Yom Kippur fast, though the year he started off with bacon he suffered terrible thirst all day! Today it all seems so strange, almost callous: we would not so readily send our children away. But we have not faced the same dangers, which Julie Summers makes real. A lovely book and a great read.