Monday 28 November 2011

The Hurst at War

For the information in this post I am indebted to Bdr. William Smythe, now a resident of Palo Alto, Arizona, who served with the 7th Anti-Aircraft division at Croham Hurst during the Second World War.

London's Bulwark

In September 1940, as the Battle of Britain began to turn into the Blitz, England's leadership looked to the defences of London. Air Vice Marshal Keith Park, head of The RAF's 11 Group, defending London, described the North Downs and the hills of Surrey as 'London's Bulwark against the Luftwaffe', prompting the local slogan 'Bulwarks to Hitler!'.

The Sperry

The 7th Anti-Aircraft division, spread across north Surrey including Croham Hurst and Addington Hills, was the first to test the 'Sperry' fire-control system, a mechanical computer which predicted the arrival of enemy planes. Surprisingly, it was on Croham Hurst that the first Sperrys were deployed, linked to a battery of the new QF 3.7 inch gun. The Sperry gave us a wartime song that ended:

I love to work a Sperry
While bringing down a jerry
It's foolish but it's fun!

The Sperry was mounted in a bunker about where the Friends of Croham Hurst Woods bench on top of the Hurst stands now, but nothing is left of it. Unfortunately there don't seem to be any photos of the battery in action, but here's a picture of a similar unit from the 7th Division in London:

Despite the Hurst's excellent view of approaching night time formations, the site was considered 'cursed' by the troops and was the target of highly effective bombing from the Luftwaffe. Several observers stationed on the hill by night in 1940 went missing, and in 1941 a single bomb struck the top of the Hurst and destroyed half of the 4-gun battery that was mounted there. So unpopular did the site prove that from 1941 it was abandoned, and no sign is left now of the Hurst's part in the war except for a single bomb crater (now with trees growing round it) at the west side of the moorland.

Wednesday 16 November 2011

Song of Croham Hurst

Mrs. Emma Peterson of Hurst Way has been kind enough to contribute this poem in praise of her beloved Croham Hurst. I believe that beneath the naivete there is something Wordsworthian about it.

Song of Croham Hurst

Hurst of my dreams, Hurst that I yet adore
Hurst where I played when I was only four
Hurst lush, Hurst green, Hurst chalky and Hurst stony
Hurst where at six I played My Little Pony

Hurst, Croham Hurst, the years roll by like gravel
And yet my happy memories can't unravel
I love thee Hurst, I love thy hills and waters
And also my husband and my two dear daughters.

(C) Emma McKittrick Peterson 2011