‘Outside one of the houses, on the main road, were a number of vehicles. I guessed that whoever owned them would have a name and a town printed thereon, so I went across and found one of the few Dutch names I knew. Then it was that I was sure we were at last on friendly Territory. I noticed a boy open a door so straight away, went up to him and asked for a drink. He referred me to his father, who was not satisfied with giving us water, but took us into his kitchen and gave us a drink of good Coffee, which although cold was to us most delicious, it being the first drink of real coffee we had tasted for 17 months. I then asked him if we were in Holland? “Yes” he said, and asked, “Have you come from Germany?” I replied in the affirmative, and said “We are English,” at which he grasped our hands, seemingly over-joyed that we had been successful in our escape.’