Georgina was posted to the 144th Heavy Artillery Regiment in Washington, County Durham. There were three Batteries, Nos. 297, 298, and 301. Periodically, they went on a Cadre course to Weybourne in Norfolk, with trucks full of men, women and equipment. They lived in Nissan huts that dripped condensation, and only a small stove for heating; they were uncomfortable, and cold.
An Air Force base sent a plane towing a drogue for target practice. The 297th performed well. In the village pub, another Battery “knew” they could do better. At practice the next day, a shot hit the line which attached the drogue to the plane! Which Battery did that? After this, there was no practice for a couple of days. “Scuttlebutt”, said the pilot was not impressed.
While waiting for the new plane to arrive, Georgina and friends decided to swim at the beach, which had been cleared of mines. Georgina says, “The North Sea is quite cold, and you walk in steadily. I felt something, and saw a large metal object, like a curling stone between my feet. An anti-tank mine! Everyone froze in place, quite afraid, and then backed up very slowly, and gently. The memory added to the joy of dancing on VE and VJ days.