Back in the 1950s one of my grandparents' friends was a French lady who had been married to a British naval officer who had left for the merchant service but recalled as RNR in 1939. She had continued to live in the family home in Normandy but in 1940 received an urgent phone call telling her that she had a berth on a ship to England but only hours to take up the offer. According to her account she only had enough time to pack a small suitcase and drive to Cherbourg. There she had to park the family car alongside a neat line of coaches which looked s if they had discharged their day trippers, abandon it and go on board. There was not the chaos or damage we see in so many photos!