My father, William, was a fusilier in the Royal Northumberland Fusiliers, who were the Divisional machine gun battalion. Like many, he was in the TA shortly before the war because he felt that he should get some training as WWII was inevitable. He was captured at St Valery-en-Caux and then spend five years in Poland in Stalag XXB, working on nearby farms. As the Russian front closed in, he took part in The Long March into Germany itself, still wearing the clothes he was captured in. He found a brand new pair of British Army boots in his size on the first evening of the march and swore those were a major part of his survival during a march in sub-zero conditions.
He and I visited St Valery-en-Caux on the 60th anniversary of his capture, visiting the Mairie with its room dedicated to the 51st, to the monument on the cliffs and to the cemetery. This was great as I had recently left the Army myself.