Thanks for posting, Nick
A splendid piece on one of the many brave women who supported the chaps at the front.
I'm reminded of my adoptive mother, Beryl Griffiths, who married a Hurri pilot who fell into the Channel in 1940 and never returned. She had several cars before the war so easily obtained a driver's post in the ATS. Her stories of convoy-driving in crash-gearbox 3 tonners, at night in the blackout, from the Midlands to "somewhere in Scotland", were daunting just to listen to. For the under 50s; you need to forget motorways, street lights, synchro gears and seat belts, also power steering and headlights. Read up on 'double declutching' and then think, no rev-counter, no speedo, no lights,right or left-hand driving in a Bedford troop carrier or a 3 ton Studebaker. I think Beryl would have preferred the pilot's life! Bless 'em all!