Bernard and Eve Farrant met whilst working as office boy and secretary at Draycott's Estate Agents in 1934. They soon started a romance and Eve tells us her story.

'With him going into the RAF, Bernard and I discussed our disjointed affair and decided on discontinuing any romance. I remember that evening so well, we went to Brighton. I was fully in agreement with Bernard that we shouldn't feel in any way tied to each other, although inwardly I knew I was in love. I can picture us now snuggling together in a shelter on the seafront as we said our goodbye. 'Write to me', Bernard said, 'as I shall be interested to hear the local news'.

Betty Illsley (whom I'd met on a Girl Guide camp) married Don Fairservice, who was considerably older than her and they lived at Shoreham. I would go and stay with her on occasions when Don was working late at the office.

This was a wonderful excuse to go on Bernard's motorcycle, as I had no form of transport myself. The attraction being very strong, we usually made a detour around the aerodrome road where we would stop for a while or go onto the Downs at Shoreham.

Shortly after the war started we went on holiday in Devon, where Bernard and I got engaged, much to my father's displeasure. After a year we were married in Lancing and commenced our wonderfully happy, married life.

Whilst Bernard was away in the RAF, I nearly got in a mess one weekend when invited to a dinner dance at a hotel in Brighton by an airman I'd met whilst dancing. He told me of an aunt over there, who he wanted to introduce me to, but didn't want her to know I was married. He therefore asked me to take my wedding ring off and I did.

On the train going home, I felt for my ring, which I thought, was in my handbag - panic stations - I couldn't find it. I don't think I slept that night. The next day I phoned the hotel to ask if a ring had been found. It hadn't, so they suggested I come over and show them where I'd sat. To my relief, it was found just under the edge of the carpet. I didn't ever take my ring off again.'