Honor Blackman, a motorcycle dispatch rider for the Home Office, during WW2, aged 15. She delivered information and messages between HQ and remote units out in the 'field'. “I was only just old enough to ride a bike and my mother was terrified, but I thought it was heaven.
"It was dangerous because we were in the midst of war and had to mask the headlights during the blackout. Bombs were falling, but the roar of the motorbike engine used to drown out the sound of the doodlebugs so we never heard them coming. It seemed terribly exciting to me.”