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In the weeks before D-Day, the unit was working day and night on a top secret project in a camouflaged trailer in St. James's Park in central London.
I was an RAF photographer processing aerial reconnaissance photographs of Normandy. Canisters of film were rushed in from airfields all over Southern England.
The British and American commanders needed these up-to-the-minute pictures of the Normandy coast and the countryside up to 30 miles inland, urgently, in order to plan the invasion.
They were needed, too, by the Royal Engineers who were making maps for the troops to use once ashore.
Mosquitoes had cameras suspended beneath the wing. As the invasion date drew close the four trailers belonging to the photographic unit were moved south together ready for embarkation.
We had to wait until an airfield over there was available for us. So in the meantime the photographic unit stayed beneath the trees in the New Forest, hidden from any German aircraft that passed over-head. On the last day of August, the vehicles were eventually loaded onto a landing craft and taken across to Juno beach.
As the army advanced the unit moved with them, sometimes only 10 miles behind the lines. The planes that brought back film for the unit to develop were photographing German emplacements and tanks, trying to pinpoint weakspots where the Allies could break through.
Once the planes came down there was always a certain amount of spare film, so we would splice it off and use it in our own cameras. As a result I was able to send pictures chronicling our advance across Europe as far as Hamburg, back home to my mother in Manor Park, Slough.
Sometimes under fire, we lived in tents close to our vehicles. When snow fell we put layers of newspapers between our blankets to keep warm.
At Eindhoven in the Netherlands, we watched all the gliders going over to Arnhem. It was a terrific sight!

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