my grandad knew one of the Kersey cadets — the medieval village with the rotting meat in the window

Second-hand so take it as that, but my grandad did his national service same era and always swore he'd met one of the three lads from the Kersey thing, reckoned the bloke never once changed his story drunk or sober. Three navy cadets, 15 year olds, October 1957, doing a map exercise in Suffolk, they……