I usually get to see my brother most weekends, one Sunday he suggested we visit the SOE Barn at Tempsford.
I had been aware of the Special Operations Executive (S. O. E.) for a long while, initially from memory, by reading about the British secret services during World War Two. Until I attended a lecture as part of a Huntingdonshire History Festival in 2019 from memory, I was unaware of the very local connection to my home town Huntingdon.
The SOE had a base in Godmanchester, Farm Hall, where SOE agents were trained and housed until they were taken to Tempsford Aerodrome near Saint Neots. From Tempsford they were flown to Europe at night either to be dropped by parachute or landed in Lysander aircraft covertly. Once in Europe behind enemy lines they would undertake sabotage missions to destroy infrastructure or carry out espionage.
It was dangerous work and casualty rates were high not just among the SOE personnel but also among the airman delivering and collecting them.
I suppose that as the work of the SOE was clandestine and shrouded in secrecy it should have come as no surprise that the SOE Barn would be less than easy to find. My brother typed the Post Code into his sat nav and we started the journey from his home nearby. There were no helpful signs giving any clue as to its position before we fetched up in the village of Tempsford. A look around the village revealed no helpful signs either. The first people we asked were not local luckily a man walking his dog knew of the barn and gave us instructions on how to find it back the way we came, a pull in off the road before the railway crossing a sort of semi layby.
We passed through a metal gate and walked along a concrete path that could have been part of the perimeter track of the old aerodrome, after walking for some time with no sight of the barn it seemed that this wasn’t the way after all. We were on the point of turning back to retrace our steps when a young couple approached from behind we waited for them and asked if they knew where the barn was and for directions. They told us the path was the correct one and offered to show us where the barn was, an offer eagerly accepted.
The Barn was a surprise with nothing on it to mark it out there was no door and you could walk straight in. There were a few trees in the grounds with memorial plaques. Inside much of the wall space at a lower level housed wreaths and photos commemorating some of those passing through here, many of them didn’t return. After spending some time reading the material on show and looking at the photos, we left walking the half mile back to the car.
A quiet, sobering place, a memorial of sorts, perhaps it could be better but possibly for the people who really matter, the relatives of those who passed through Tempsford, it is enough.
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