Through young eyes, the birth of two nations.

I arrived in India feeling dreadfully sick. We had flown to Delhi in a York airplane, a huge military transport craft that, in profile, reminded me of a Lancaster Bomber. The air in the York’s cabin was not pressurised, and the journey was long and often bumpy. Stepping out into the blazing heat of India, I had no time to recover, as there was a crowd of photographers there, waiting to catch a snap of the new Viceroy and his family.