Jack reckoned they must have been inside it for about an hour, but he had soon lost any sense of time or direction as they jiggled their way from the chateau. He blinked in the sunlight. The land in front of them was flat, surrounded on three sides by low woodland, which stood tall behind a high perimeter fence. They had parked up beside an aircraft hangar and, nearby, Jack counted five military aircraft. In the distance were some outbuildings and Jack saw a strip of concrete leading off into the far distance – a runway. He remembered what Pierre had told them about an airfield to the north of Villiers. Maybe this was it. Parked outside the aircraft hangar was an army truck and two, six-wheeled armoured vehicles. There were also a couple of smaller, open-topped, army jeeps with spare tyres attached to the peculiarly angled front bonnets. There was a sudden roar as two BF109s flew low over the airfield before banking sharply in the distance. The German army and the Luftwaffe were here in force.
