ANOTHER night, tense, waiting, black-out curtains pulled tight, lights down low, The anxious silence, then the trickle of fear as the banshee wails, the siren we all know, Searchlights, pencils in the sky poking, probing the evil shadows in the black of night, Droning aircraft somewhere up above, terrifying sounds of fire and bombs and flashing firelight, Bells ringing,
stirrup pumps, shouting, screaming, The plop of falling bombs, The ack-ack guns, the noise and flak, huddled under blankets in our shelter tombs, A chink of daylight, a sense of relief once more, the wonderful silence as war fades, Out into daylight, the smells and sight of war and death, surviving yet another air raid.
The exhibition displays wartime objects such as gas masks and
stirrup pumps and offers activities including a trail around the museum, part of which was destroyed in the May Blitz of 1941.