From Hertfordshire Mercury, 8th September 1944.
“Residents in a country town in Southern England on Tuesday morning heard the intermittent throbbing of a flying bomb. Many people watched it limp across the sky towards them. It was low, exceptionally low, and after it had barely cleared a row of houses it suddenly dived.
Fortunately the “doodle-bug” picked a gravel pit for its last resting place and the only casualties were a few chickens. Houses had their windows and doors blown in and roofs were damaged. One woman, who watched the bomb approach, was blown down a passage but was unhurt.
Some of the houses damaged were knocked about earlier in the war by a mine. The main grouse that morning was that doors were damaged and could not be shut, and housewives were not inclined to leave their homes to go shopping.”