70th Anniversary of the Battle of the Atlantic. A veterans story.

Author: 
Charles Somerville.
Year: 
2013

This story is written by a very good friend of mine, Charles Somerville, he was 88 years old in June 2013. Charles served on HMS Wildgoose with the famous Johnnie Walker's Squadron during World War II. I have for some time been coercing Charles to write down some of his experiences, this story concerns the 70th anniversary of the Battle of the Atlantic and how Charles and his wife Sheila came to be guests of honour of the Lord Mayor of Liverpool.  Charles is an extremely gifted Railway modeller and has also made some rather wonderful scale model boats such as HMS Wildgoose and the trawler "Sheila". As you may gather through reading this story Charles is a Scot and from Glasgow.

Quite a few of my friends, after hearing of my escapades have told me I should write it down.  So you’ve asked for it! For me, the Battle of the Atlantic celebrations started several months ago when I decided to find homes for the boat models I can no longer lift.

During WWII the 2nd Support Group with HMS Wildgoose second in command sailed from Gladstone Dock in Bootle.  (Bootle is to Liverpool as Christchurch is to Bournemouth).  So I rang Bootle Town Hall.  The call went something like this:-

I Said, “I don’t know if this will mean anything to you, but I am trying to trace shipmates from 2nd Support Group led by Johnnie Walker”.  He Said, “As we speak I am looking at a painting of Captain Walker OBE DSO and 3 Bars”.  

There then following a most helpful conversation which included the telephone number of a Captain Walker’s Old Boys Association member’s widow, Mrs Pat Marsh. There followed lots of phone calls between us which resulted in (a) me discovering that there was a 70th Anniversary celebration due in Liverpool in May, and (b) Patrick Walker, Johnnie’s grandson (MBE DSO Captain) might be interested in my Wildgoose model.  Correspondence and phone calls followed, and Patrick seemed quite keen, but then silence for some months.

During the silent period I approached Portsmouth Maritime Museum but the reaction was lukewarm, so I moved on to Liverpool Maritime Museum.  My contact was a charming lady called Rebecca Watkins, and after several weeks of correspondence I was quite delighted when my model was accepted, and I agreed to deliver it to Liverpool.  In all modesty (!) I have to say that the travelling case I made to take Wildgoose to Exhibitions like the Model Engineers Exhibition at Alexandra Palace, London, was a work of art in itself!  Meanwhile I had not been idle; with Pat Marsh’s information I had names and contact numbers for the executives in Liverpool who were organizing the show.  In due course I had tickets for a Concert at Philharmonic Hall for Portsmouth Royal Marine Band, tickets for a 40’s themed Tea Dance in St George’s Hall, and an invitation as one of Johnnie Walker’s Old Boys to the Memorial Service at Liverpool’s Anglican Cathedral.  All for Sheila too.

Believing I had it all tied up I booked a room at the Adelphi for 5 nights, in full knowledge that we were in for an interesting weekend.

Having first offered Wildgoose to Patrick Walker I thought it only polite to let him know that he had missed the boat, so to speak.  He was delighted actually, and agreed that Liverpool Maritime Museum was the best possible anchorage.  However, during the ensuing conversation he said he looked forward to meeting me at the Lord Mayor’s Reception.  This was news to me, and why had I not been invited I thought?  Back to the drawing board.  By now I had amassed a thick file of individuals to approach and the first one was Steve Gibbs, Civic Manager, Liverpool Town Hall.  I explained the reason for my phone call and I could tell from the inflection in his voice that he was genuinely upset having to say no to one of Johnnie Walker’s Old Boys.  Apparently the Anglican Cathedral can take 3000, but the Town Hall Mayor’s chamber only 270.  He apologized and by way of consoling me, told me I was in good company, as the long waiting list included several Admirals and MPs.  Well Richard, you know me.  I let this disappointment fester for a couple of days and then (by special delivery, which cost me £6.50!!) shot off a letter to the most Worshipful Lord Mayor of Liverpool. I knew it wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference but – nothing ventured nothing gained.  (copy enclosed)

23.May.2013 - So, off we went to Liverpool in our trusty Jaguar.  It was (for the first time) a lovely sunny day.  As you know I do a fair bit of motorway driving, but I must confess, if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ‘em all.  In days gone by we would wind our way through pleasant country roads and small towns, stopping the night at some comfortable pub for a rest.  Now we don’t have time, so that we rush along the motorways at 70+, taking just 5 hours from Christchurch to Liverpool, including 4 stops for driver change.  We arrived at the Adelphi in mid-afternoon. Having had several mis-directions from “Gertrude” (our name for the ‘sat nav’) I was loath to ask her again.  However, this time she guided us right to the front door.  Never go back, they say, and still I keep doing it.  Our incentive was a seriously cut price deal for the ‘Old Boys’, otherwise, our choice would have been to go in the caravan, or £400 each a night at the Marriot or Hilton!!

Those who are unfamiliar with Liverpool would not be expected to know that prospering on cotton and slavery the Adelphi was built in the 19th century and was specially rebuilt to concur with the maiden voyage of the Titanic.  The Adelphi through the years has accommodated Kings and Queens and every kind of industrial giant, or Member of Parliament.  Even when I lived nearby in Southport it was “The place to be seen in”, whether entertaining one of my customers, or attending a conference or dinner dance.  (My ‘dinner’ jacket still fits, but the trousers don’t!  Sadly the Adelphi is now reduced to being an overnight stop for coach trips.  Nevertheless the accommodation was just about acceptable, and in the French Restaurant (where I used to have to book 2 weeks ahead) the food was good.  The lack of sparkle in this most famous hotel did not spoil our stay.  PS – even Roy Rogers’s horse Trigger has walked into the lounge!

On our first night we had a family reunion.  Beverley (eldest daughter) Iain and Pam (married for many years) and Diana (Iain’s twin).  A hilarious affair full of reminiscences and joy.  Although these are my children, Sheila and I went to bed well content.  After breakfast on Friday morning (24.May.2013) we delivered my model of "Wildgoose" to the Maritime Museum and when we returned to the hotel I thought I had better ring Steve Gibbs, who had had no option but to turn me down, in order to apologise for going over his head by writing to the Lord Mayor.  I said, “Steve, I am ringing you to offer my sincere apologies for going over your head by approaching the Lord Mayor”.  He replied, “Think nothing of it Charles, and it worked didn’t it”.  “What do you mean,” I said.  Came the reply, “I have just emailed to your address, 2 invitations to the Lord Mayor’s reception on Sunday”.  “But, I’m not in Christchurch, I am in Liverpool now, maybe you could send them to the Adelphi?”(copy enclosed)

Then Steve responded, “I tell you what we’ll do, the Lord Mayor is having another reception this afternoon for the Captains of the 16 warships which are tied up along the waterfront specially for this occasion.  They are Royal Navy, German, Belgium, Canadian, Russian, Oh, I can’t remember them all.  Why don’t you and your wife pop round to the Town hall about 3.15 pm, it starts at half past, I’ll meet you both at the front door.”  “You’ve got a date”, I said.  So, there we were at the Town Hall front door at 3.15pm.  During the next 15 minutes yards of gold braid ranging from Lieutenant to Commodore (RN Liverpool Commodore) came streaming through the door.  The Commodore came over to us and pinned a BOA70 badge on our lapels!

Then we all moved upstairs to the reception room.  On the way up we were welcomed by tiny little girls in naval uniform who all saluted.  The Lord Manor made a short speech, and then quite unbelievably before making presentation to all the Officers he finished his speech saying, “Gentlemen we have here today Charles Somerville, the youngest member of the crew of HMS Wildgoose, one of Captain Walker’s Old Boys, who so bravely fought in the Atlantic on our behalf all those years ago.  It is my pleasure to present to him and his wife an invitation to my reception on Sunday and give him a small gift as a token of our appreciation”.  The gift was a CD of wartime melodies which he is promoting to raise money for his Charities.  Would you believe all these active service Captains (some veterans of Gulf and Falklands) all applauded.  I thought I was having a good dream!

I had the opportunity with the Captain of a RN minesweeper to discuss modern techniques of minesweeping.  There are no wire ropes towed astern to cut the mine anchor wires.  They find the mines by sonar and then send a submersible torpedo like craft to destroy it.  Made me feel like a dinosaur.

Back to the Adelphi for a little lie down, then into the glad-rags and off to the Philharmonic Hall for the Concert by the Portsmouth Royal Marine Band.  Wonderful seats in the stalls near the front, on the aisle which allowed a quick escape to the bar at half time.  Wonderful classical and military music too, but because I am a peasant and a swing buff, the best item for me was a quite amazing note for note rendition of Benny Goodman’s “Sing Sing Sing” the number which brought the house down at Carnegie Hall in the 30’s.

Saturday morning (25.May2013) we had a lie in and then wandered along the waterfront where all these warships were tied up.  Fortunately there were long queues, so we didn’t go on board.  We also visited the Liverpool Maritime Museum at Albert Docks where my model of HMS Wildgoose will be appearing at a special Western Approaches Exhibition scheduled for November.

I have never seen so many people on Liverpool waterfront.  There were thousands.  The sun was up and it was lovely and warm, with plenty of attractions for everyone to visit.  By arrangement all the family turned up at the Pier Head.  This area is adjacent to the Liver Building with the famous Liver birds on top of the two towers – in 1943 our first landmark from 25 miles away on returned from the Atlantic.

Because you know me so well you are well aware that as an embryo when I went around collecting my genes, I skipped the “modesty” queue.  So throughout our visit I had no difficulty in feeling heroic.  And I was encouraged every day.  In the Hotel lift a hand would be stretched out with a “Thank you”, or “Well done”.  The same on the pavement, and medals were examined and questions asked as to which ones they represented.  So my D-Day bar on my Atlantic cross drew even more attention.  Then to cap it all, one lunchtime we were driving along the Dock Road when I spotted a “Tetleys” sign on a pub.  

In we went for a pint.  I know I had told you before, whenever we are in a small group anywhere Sheila begins to tell anyone in the vicinity what a splendid chap I am, and right away when the landlady remarked on my medals Sheila was immediately off the mark.  For a good half hour this lady (Sarah) either had eyes open in amazement, or was laughing till she cried.  When we got up to leave, Sarah rushed round from behind the bar, clasped me to her ample bosom and gave me a kiss a young man would kill for!  

This is Liverpool.  Probably the friendliest City on the Planet.

(Just had to break off for a few minutes. At the Major’s Reception I was interviewed by BBC Radio Merseyside and they have just sent the recording which went out on Saturday morning).  

WARNING  Be warned, this recording will bring tears to your eyes!!

26.May.2013 – Sunday morning, we had to be up early.  We had strict instruction to appear at the West Door of the Anglican Cathedral between 9.15/9.50 am, with invitations plus identity proof.  So we’re in a taxi at 0900.

I have watched Liverpool Anglican Cathedral being built.  In 1938 my father, Edwin, hired a caravan which he towed behind a Morris 10, all over England to visit my mother Nellie’s relations, one of whom lived in Wallasey across the Mersey from Liverpool.  As the Mersey Tunnel had just opened we were one of the first caravans to enter it.  I recall that we had to remove the gas cylinder from the tow bar, and apparently as a safety measure, put it inside the caravan.  How my sisters, Nell and Marjory (long gone) would have loved to hear about this once in a lifetime experience I had in Liverpool last weekend.

The Cathedral had just started to be built at that time, and then took 37 years to complete.  It so happened that it was completed when some years after the war I returned to Liverpool as the junior salesman for Henry Jackson (Liverpool) Ltd, which was my first step on the ladder to a successful career in the packaging industry.

Liverpool Cathedral is a massive building, the 5th largest in the world, certainly comparable to Salisbury and much larger than Glasgow.  For a man who gave up on God in 1945 in the middle of the Atlantic, this visit would not be easy.  However, the sheer pageantry of the occasion solved any problem I might have had and I joined in the hymns with gusto.

Captain Johnnie Walker’s Old Boys (what are left of us) had front seats by the War Memorial, and a TV screen showed us any action we could not see directly.  Several dignitaries laid wreaths at the Memorial and all passed in front of us.  Captain Patrick Walker, the great man’s grandson, sat just a few feet from us, and laid a wreath.  The sermon by the Bishop of Liverpool was sincere and heart warming.  Those sailors who didn’t make it were remembered – 70,000, Merchant Navy & Royal Navy, 562 boys aged 16/17 from Merchant Navy & Royal Navy, 785 U-boats.  Latterly a U-boat crew’s life expectancy was 4 weeks.

Then came one more unexpected event.  After the Cathedral Service several “Old Boys” were booked to march in the Parade which followed the Service.  (Not me, I have dodgy knees, unfit for marching). However, our steward mustered us all together; we were guided to two ante rooms and formed up in a semi circle. Then who do you think walked in to shake everybody’s hand (Sheila too) and have a few words?

None other than The Princess Royal.  “Good afternoon Ma’am”, says I.  “Now tell me, after you left the Navy, what did you do?” she asked.  “How long have you got”, I replied, and then VERY quickly described my successful career as a General Manager.  I don’t know what she said to Sheila, I was in shock!

We watched the Parade/Portsmouth Military Brass Band march past with Veterans and Military personnel of the 16 warships and various Liverpool cadets, all saluting The Princess Royal.  Thereafter we walked back to the Adelphi – a few streets downhill!   Another little lie down then off we went to the Lord Mayor’s Reception MARK 2.

Now here were all the dignitaries and people of substance for whom this reception had been arranged.  Here I am a bit bitter and twisted – but remember I had not been invited, till I wrote, and most of the toffs here weren’t even born in 1943! Unfortunately these days (and I suppose it has always been thus) a lot of it goes on.

You have to try and imagine what it felt like for me to be having lunch not only with the Lord Mayor of Liverpool, but also the First Sea Lord.  The first Sea Lord is the head honcho in the Royal Navy.  Of all the Admirals he is No1!  It was a splendid affair. We dined on Liverpool’s favourite dish known as SKOUSE.  This is quite a delicious Lancashire Hot Pot type of dish, but served with only one vegetable – red cabbage.  Marvellous.   We were able to circulate among the Veterans (who had been invited) – unfortunately hard as I looked I failed to find anyone of my shipmates.  Not surprising as I was the youngest on board in ’43.  Nevertheless we had a crack with several of the Old Boys, older than me, and again because I was the youngest I was in better nick than many of them.

Another thing emerged from conversations with these old chaps very much more be-medalled than I am.  This is what they do.  Perhaps their service in the war (there were Army and Airforce there as well) was the most exciting or memorable time in their lives.  So they have joined Associations relevant to their contributions – Minesweepers Assoc; Paratroopers Assoc; Submariners Assoc; etc, etc,. And all their lives they have been attending regular meetings, and big events like the one they were at.  Sad.

The Lord Mayor and the First Sea Lord made commendable speeches, and their words of praise to Veterans were indeed sincere.  I was glad we were there.  Finally, somebody worthwhile told me I had done good.

We had a chat with several dignitaries including the Lord Mayor, Councillor Gary Millar.  By an odd coincidence he had become Lord Mayor only 3 days previously.  I pointed out to him that in his speeches I had not detected the slightest Skouse accent.  “Well Charles” he replied “That’s because I come from Edinburgh”.   “I’m a Glasgwegian, Gary, but I won’t hold it against you” I joked.

At this point I have to make a special comment on my lovely Sheila.  Each event we attended she turned up in a different appropriate outfit looking great.

27.May.2013 – Came Monday and thank goodness another lie in.  I can’t recall working so hard since I retired 30 years ago.  Once again we took a stroll on the Pier Head.  Unfortunately the weather which had been wonderful hot sunshine for the 3 days previous now produced the normal Bank Holiday Monday rain.  Sheila bought all her souvenir mugs, etc, and we retired to the Old Port House of Liverpool for coffee and cake.  It is also difficult to describe all the magnificent buildings we have been in.  The Adelphi with all its present day faults has a truly wonderful lounge.   During the war I took two of my mates into the Adelphi lounge, and we 3 matelots were immediately attended by a waiter in coat tails with the mandatory towel over his left sleeve.  “What can I get you, sir” he asked.  “Three pints of bitter please”, I answered, and in mere minutes he returned with 3 pints in PEWTER TANKARDS.  I hope my 2 mates still live to tell the tale about the mad jock they knew on the Wildgoose.

Then there is the Town Hall, equally magnificent.  I guess the electrician who supplied the chandeliers must have made a few bob.  The Old Port House is the same.  Beautiful white stone edifice, multi storeys, but where we had coffee was a hundred foot tower with an incredible ornate circular dome glass roof.

The Cathedral, of course, like all large Churches and Cathedrals can only be described as awesome, with its massive tower, enormous stained glass windows and side buildings accommodating all works of activities.  At the end of the Service, the singing of the complete National Anthem, to the massive organ, accompanied by the Portsmouth Royal Marine Band, was an event in itself, never to be forgotten.

On to the last event on Monday afternoon, by which time I had the beginnings of a cold making itself known.  It’s really my own fault.   The way I live, quietly cloistered at home, or fixing trains in the “Station” shed, seldom going further than Sainsbury’s or the beach, I no longer generate antibodies to protect myself.  Anyway a couple of paracetimals washed down with some Teachers whisky and we are off to the St George’s Hall, not far from the Adelphi.  Here again, we have a massive structure built on slavery years and years ago.  It is just across the road from Lime St Station and within walking distance of the Adelphi.  As it was raining, once again we took a taxi, and met the only miserable Skouse of the whole weekend.  Our taxi drivers should all have been full-time comedians, and made us feel at home.  Even though I made this one’s journey worthwhile he started off with “Do you know where St George’s Hall is” and finished by not dropping us off at the front door.  Miserable sod!

Because I lived and worked in Liverpool for 6 years, the St George’s Hall is another venue I visited regularly for dinner dances, etc, and its magnificence continues to this day, inside.  The outside, due to the UK being broke, like many great buildings needs a good clean.  But inside you are immediately dazzled by the chandeliers and the mirrors.

Here once again we had the Portsmouth Royal Navy Band.  They should stick to Straus, Souza, and Benny Goodman.  As a dance band they don’t rate.  I don’t think this event was too well organized.  Far too many tables occupied by people whose parents were not born in 1943.  Queue for 10 minutes to get a drink and when you had to choose, it was Budweiser, Heineken, Becks and other European lagers.  Not a drop of beer in the house.  I’m afraid I find this more and more, as I go on drinking, and it does nothing to improve my temper.  Anyway it was all god fun and I was flattered that the Lieutenant Commander Captain of the Minesweeper singled us out and spending some time chatting to Sheila and I at our table.

When we left the rain had stopped, so, rather than risk another grumpy taxi driver, we walked past Lime St Station and the Empire Theatre – home to room 412 at the Adelphi.  As we passed the Empire I recalled going there one evening, it would be in the late fifties and I was accompanied by one of my colleagues (another ex-matelot) named Hugh Radcliffe.  The front stall seat cost 7/6d, the warm up act was Burl Ives, and top of the bill was – Frank Sinatra.  

We enjoyed another very good dinner in the French Restaurant and bedded down early.

27.May.2013 – Tuesday – As we had done all our packing in-between bouts of being a celebrity, we were up early and on the M62 by 8.30 am, and home at 1.15 pm – 260 miles, 4 changes of driver and one coffee stop.

Impressions – a magical once in a lifetime experience, achieved quite simply by being born on the 3rd June 1925, thereby being able to take; part in the last 3½ years of World War II and living for another 70 years so that for just a few days, from the Lord Mayor of Liverpool to the man in the street, my small effort on their behalf was recognized.  The longest campaign in WWII was the Battle of the Atlantic.

AND ...  I began this opus with the telephone conversation with the receptionist at Bootle Town Hall and so I will end it there.

Having found a good home for my Wildgoose model, it was easy to deliver it at the Celebration Weekend.  The transit case only just fitted in the Jag, completely filling the back seat.  First thing on the Friday morning after we arrived we drove to the Maritime Museum storage warehouse in Bootle and made the delivery to Rebecca Watkins who once again thanked us most profusely.

I told Sheila that while we were in Bootle we really out to visit the Town Hall, as the receptionist had indicated when we spoke on the phone that it was worth a visit.  So we found our way there, not without a little difficulty and a few U turns.

As soon as we walked up to the reception desk everyone turned round due to the medals.  And as soon as I opened my mouth with my Glasgow accent, the receptionist said “Hey, it was you who phoned me about Captain Walker months ago!”  It was indeed – Tony the very same man.  Without more ado he left the desk in charge of a colleague and proceeded to give us a conducted tour of the Council Chamber.

This has to be the greatest memorial to the 2nd Support Group.  Every ship in the Royal Navy has a coat of Arms in the shape of a plaque, and there they all were around the walls. Starling, Wildgoose, Woodcock, Wren, Whimbrel, Woodpecker, Amethyst, Magpie, Kite. All the ships I had sailed with, together with a few frigates that joined us from time to time.

At the head of the Chamber where the Head of the Council would sit is the huge brass bell from HMS Starling.  Tony told us that at every Council Meeting, to this day, the Meeting is brought to order at the beginning by the ringing of this bell.

Then we were shown the staircase to the first floor, where walls are decorated with memorabilia from the 2nd Support Group dominated by a large portrait of the Captain himself.   Captain Johnnie Walker died in the Royal Naval Hospital at Seaforth.  He was buried at sea in June 1944.

Another delightful visit where Tony seemed to be as delighted to see me as I was him, and, on leaving we visited Walker’s House, just down the street which carries the light blue plaque denoting his residence there.

PS  In a few days time we are off to Scotland for several weeks, and when we are in Lossiemouth I am presenting my Seine Net Trawler model (Sheila) to the Lossiemouth Trawler-mans’ Museum as a permanent exhibit.

Now back home, I am again relegated to “the man in the street”.  However, we have exchanged emails of thanks with The Lord Mayor, Steve Gibbs and Tony, and have been sent photos, 2 photo CD’s and a recording of my radio interview.  Searching for words to describe these 5 days of celebration I can only come up with “You couldn’t make it up.”

So there you are Richard, it is all down in real writing and I won’t be boring you with it when we next meet, probably not till we get back from Scotland in July.

Sheila joins me in sending you both our regards

Best wishes 

Charles

 

Copy attached/ Letter to Mayor

Letter from Steve Gibbs Civic Manager

17 May 2013

The Right Worshipful Lord Mayor

Councillor G Millar

Liverpool Town Hall

High Street

Liverpool     L2 2SW

COPY

Dear Sir

 

While I have received my invitation for my wife and myself to the Cathedral on 26th May, I have waited in vain for an invitation to your Luncheon which follows.  It was only by chance when speaking to “Johnnie” Walker’s grandson, Patrick, recently that I realized the invitation would not be coming.

 

During the winter of 1943 I was the youngest and probably the lowest ranking member of the crew of HMS Wildgoose, when we spent our days killing U-boats.  I left Wildgoose to join HMS Dunbar, a flat minesweeper, one of the huge flotilla of minesweepers which cleared the path for the invasion on 6th June 1944.  This makes me a D-Day Veteran also.

 

There will be few non-Liverpool residents at your Luncheon who have closer connections to Liverpool or have made such a contribution to Liverpool as I have.  I went home to Glasgow after the war, but quickly returned to Liverpool, where I became the junior salesman at a company in Admiral Street called Henry Jackson (Liverpool) Ltd.  There were 32 employees, all told.

 

During the next 33 years Jacksons metamorphosed into BXL, a wholly owned division of BP.  In those years, possibly due in some way to my efforts, we became the second largest producer of polythene film and bags in the UK.  I became Sales Manager, then General Manager of another division, and finally retired as Sales & Marketing Manager of the new huge factory purpose built in Bromborough.  By that time there were 650 employees in Barnsley and 250 in Bromborough.

 

All my children and grandchildren still live in Formby and Southport, and we are having a reunion at the Adelphi on the evening of Thursday 23rd.  You can imagine their disappointment when they hear that I am not important enough to attend your Luncheon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Right Worshipful Lord Mayor                -2-                                         17 May 2013

Councillor G Millar

Liverpool    

The Liverpool Echo has printed some of my letters and articles through the years, and another will appear next week.  This will tell you that while I am in Liverpool I will be presenting to the Maritime Section of the Museum a scale model HMS Wildgoose, which I constructed some years ago following working drawings obtain from Lithgows Yard on the Clyde.  This model was featured at the Model Engineers Exhibition at Alexandra Palace in 1988.

I have spoken on the telephone with people engaged with the organisation of your event, and while I admit they have been sincerely sorry, the word ‘impossible’ has been used, which makes me write this rather long letter.

I know that considering the appalling conditions we lived in during the Battle of the Atlantic, when corned beef was regularly our staple diet, that all my Veteran shipmates will be only too happy to squeeze up a bit to make room for “Jock” and his lady.

Captain Frederick J “Johnnie” Walker would turn in his grave if he thought the most humble and junior member of the 2nd Support Group was denied a seat at your table.

I shall be at home until Wednesday evening, and then at the Adelphi Thursday through to Tuesday.

 

Yours sincerely  Charles E Somerville

 

 

 

Dear Mr. Charles E. Somerville and guest

CIVIC RECEPTION TO MARK THE 70TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC, LIVERPOOL TOWN HALL

SUNDAY 26 MAY 2013

Please receive your attached official invite card for the Civic Reception to mark the 70th Anniversary of the Battle of the Atlantic to be held at Liverpool Town Hall on Sunday 26 May 2013.

The Reception will commence at 2:00 pm after Commemorate Service at Liverpool Cathedral. However, Liverpool Town Hall will be open from 12:00pm noon for light refreshments for those who require them.

Please ensure you provide the attached invite to gain access and note that invites are not transferable.

There is no reserved parking at Liverpool Town Hall. 

If you have any queries please do not hesitate to contact the Lord Mayor’s Office on 0151 225 5530.

We look forward to seeing you on this historic occasion. 

 

Yours sincerely

 

 

STEVE GIBBS

LIVERPOOL TOWN HALL & CIVIC MANAGER