I might have mentioned somewhere else on this thread but it's too long to search through, that the couple who adopted my baby, were given the details of Doriscourt by their GP and then basically just asked for a baby. Presumably they were told what they had to do and presumably were advised that a suitable baby was available, as they turned up the day I was leaving Doriscourt to go home, collected my baby and drove away with her.
In 1960 without motorways they had a long journey home - probably only about an hour now with motorways - and they stopped on the side of the road to feed and change my baby. They told me that someone also stopped, saw the baby and congratulated the mother on the birth of such a beautiful baby. The adoptive mum said she felt really guilty because she didn't feel it was her baby and she vowed there and then that she would do all possible to reunite the baby and me when the baby had grown up - and she and her husband kept their word and traced me so that I have been reunited with my daughter.
I have photographs that her father took of her throughout her babyhood, childhood, teenage years and on into adulthood and parenthood, so that although I wasn't with her, I have seen what she was like growing up, becoming an adult and having children of her own. My daughter in law has said I've probably got more of a record of a my daughter's life than I have of my other children, or her parents have of her and her sisters, so in that respect I am lucky.
The adoptive parents said that they felt the way they had got a baby wasn't right and the following day they went straight to social services to get things sorted out properly. Thankfully, they were loving parents to my daughter - the one thing that most mums who give up a baby for adoption worry about - and she had a lovely childhood. As often happens, her parents who had given up on having a baby of their own, produced their own son a year or so after they took my daughter, but the two get on very well.