After we salvaged what we could use, we approached one of the group and asked him the way to the coast. He did not reply directly he only pointed off to the right, towards some high hills. We thanked him and were on our way pausing only to bury our Irwin jackets, and reverse our battle dress jackets. From the top of the hills we could see the Wimpey burning furiously which was a pleasing sight to all of us. We could also see the coast coming clearer with each hill we climbed. Finally we stood on the brow of a hill overlooking the shoreline. Down below there were four or five cottages nestled among the trees. It was time for another conference. Finally it was decided that five of us would remain under cover on the hillside while Neil, who drew the short straw, actually twig, would go down and approach the end cottage. In a short time he returned accompanied by an elderly woman.

Fortunately she spoke English quite well and we spread out our escape kit maps to see if she could locate our exact position, however, the scale was much too small. She told us approximately where we had crashed but the bad news was that we were on a very narrow peninsula with no land route out of the region other than by retracing our steps. She also mentioned that she would like to help us but did not know any of the resistance movement, although she did believe a group was in the area. After considering the various options, and there were very few, it was decided that we would hide out for the balance of the day in a large cave which was located near the hilltop, while she made some inquiries from a neighbour if any help might be available. She said her niece would lead us up the hill and at that time her niece arrived and we took off through the underbrush. Before leaving her aunt wished us luck and promised to contact us later if at all possible.

We climbed for about half an hour in an intermittent rain, finally arriving at a small cave. Gord had developed quite a bad chill and he was able to get out of the rain and lie down for a little rest. For the next several hours we huddled together trying to keep dry while contemplating what was taking place on our behalf, if anything. We were all very determined though to get out of our predicament.

To pass away the hours we spent some time examining our escape kits. These contained maps of Norway, France and Holland as well as a few French Francs. The maps were silk and coated with rubber and the one of Southern Norway in now framed and hanging in our study at home. There was also some food tablets, a rubber water bottle with purifying pills, compass, miniature file, razor, thread, and medical supplies including pills to keep us awake.

Later that first afternoon the drizzle stopped and some of us explored the immediate area around the cave hoping to find some fruit or berries as the only food we had was the food tablets in the escape kit. Earlier Harvey had given an orange to the girl who led us to the cave, however later we learned she had hidden it realizing the danger it represented if found in her possession. We did find some blueberries nearby, but after eating a few we decided to stop in case we became ill.

Neil told us what had happened when he had approached the first home Two women were there but neither could speak English. one was the girl who took us up the hill and the other was her mother. It was the daughter who led Neil to her Aunt's house where he met Inge Bjørnen who spoke English very well having spent several years working in England. Inge and Martha, her niece, after a short discussion agreed that Martha would take us to the cave.

While we shivered and shook and tried to get a little warmth into our frigid bones, a lot of action on our behalf was taking place behind the scenes. We found out later that Inge had contacted a friend who then contacted a member of the underground resistance movement. After several hurried conferences it was decided that our only hope was for them to get us off the peninsula that night. The German troops knew approximately where we were and had brought in small boats to patrol the shoreline while they questioned all the local residents.

After Inge returned to her home she found a German patrol waiting to question her about our whereabouts. She denied any knowledge of us, and they told her they had the area cutoff and that it would only be a matter of time until we were caught. However, fortunately for us darkness was fast approaching and they decided to wait for daylight to finish their job.

Inge came up to visit us early in the evening and told us that her father was endeavouring to get help. She mentioned that the Germans were in the area and that our chances of being picked up and spending the rest of the war as P.O.W.'s was very great. She gave us some berries and said they were good to eat. She then left us with little hope of ever seeing her again.