That was the start of the war!
They got word, where my father worked at ammunitions on Scotswood Road (that would be Armstrong’s), that a Zeppelin was coming over. The factory had to put all the lights out as low as possible and the men with families could come home.
I was three and I was taken into someone’s cellar with a blanket around me. It wasn’t going to the factory where they were making bombs, it was aiming for Cramlington where there were small planes and hangars – that’s what they were after. I haven’t found out if the Zeppelin was bombed down or not, but I don’t think so. I think it just slid back. That was the start of the war!