This is a story from my grandad, Mr Cecil York
I was five years old when the war began. I lived in Brocklesby with my parents and my older brother, and my father worked as a farm labourer alongside working for the Home Guard protecting our country whilst other men were away at war. At times it was very frightening but as a young boy it also brought a lot of adventures. I remember venturing outside one morning with my mother and seeing an orange glow in the distance. We could see that Hull was on fire after a devastating air raid during the night but at five years old I didn’t really understand what was happening. Another time during the war, I remember going to see an Heinkel aircraft that had been shot down in a field over Immingham and I vividly remember Butterfly Bombs being dropped over Grimsby. But my most vivid memory of the war was witnessing the crash site of a Lancaster Bomber aircraft after it had been shot down in Brocklesby… all seven of the crew perished and below is a picture of the memorial plaque erected onto a Wellingtonia Gigantea tree. You are able to see it in the woods from April to August in the Mausoleum woods in Limber.