Bernie woke-up with a start. She had fallen asleep in the back seat of the car. It had been a long night after getting through the barrier around the Chapel Topping military zone.
It was something she hoped never to repeat.
She had reached the roadblock after half an hour; it included a tank, some lorries, and several very visible soldiers with guns pointing at the car.
Bernie had sworn richly under her breath and pulled up short of the blockade. She rolled down the window and winced as an enormous lamp-light was swung onto the car. Bravely she leaned out slightly and shouted, ‘I need to get out! I was ill and missed the evacuation!’
Did she sound too obvious, she wondered?
Probably.
One soldier came closer, ‘Can you step out of the car please?’
Oh, pooh, thought Bernie, and with sh
