by Keith Evans
Spring must be here. The icebergs have melted, the polar bear and the penguin have migrated, the islets have reappeared on the pool but the snooty, tail wagging mermaid has not reappeared. She must have gone after a merman. When are we going to get a bikini clad damsel?
The ghosts of the St Nazaire raid in 1942 still come back to haunt us. I recently met an old lady who is the widow of a Naval officer on board one of the fleet of MTBs which took such heavy casualties. Few of the boats returned from that audacious raid which put the vital docks out of action for the rest of the war. He was taken prisoner. I showed her our exhibits and directed her to the memorial on the Prince of Wales pier.
