This is an appeal from a Royal Air Force veteran of The Second World War.

Actually I was in the RAF before the war started, then served for the duration.

During the conflict's final two years my station was in Morocco, duties locating me either at Rabat or Casablanca.

I am a published writer, but reflecting on the past, I can think of few publications that brought me more pleasure than an article, or letter, that I sent from North Africa to the fondly remembered, certainly by jazz lovers, Melody Maker.

It was published, and as a result I found myself in a correspondence with generous hearted jazz fans.

The most enduring and also fondly remembered was with a young lady of Bolton named Win Roberts. Her letters were delightful.

In one, I recall, she mentioned that it appeared Bolton was targeted by "one of those doodle what's-it". Evidently a visit by the enemy's V-1 (or V-2?).

In another, when Lancashire was apparently shaken by an earth tremor, Win wrote that 'the joint was jumping'.

Those are extracts which I jotted down in a diary I attempted to keep during the war years.

In the confusion, with some disenchantment, that rather characterized the immediate postwar period in England, the correspondence ceased and the letters have long gone. But the memory endures.

Might any of your readers know of a Win Roberts, of Bolton, at least in late 1944 and well into 1945? If they do, and this includes Win herself, I would be happy to hear from them.