
On the whole I quite enjoyed this gentle, heart-warming story, but not nearly as much as the other Shute novels I’ve read. Howard must make his way as best he can, and as he goes he finds himself collecting other children of various nationalities to take to safety. But the German invasion is happening faster than he expected and soon the transport system of the country collapses. Howard is hesitant – he may have been a father but he’s never had to look after young children by himself. An English couple at his hotel can’t leave for England straight away and beg him to take their two young children with him. He realises he has to head home while he still can. Once there, he learns that the German Blitzkrieg has begun and it looks like France will soon fall. So feeling a little lost he decides to take a holiday in France (in the middle of a war, as you do).

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His son has been killed in the Battle of Heligoland Bight and his daughter now lives in the US with her husband. It’s 1940 and elderly John Howard is feeling useless because no one wants his service in the war effort.
