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I lived a few yards away from the shelter in Gwydir Street but I never used it because my father being a builder, built his own shelter in our garden, and the neighbours used to shelter in it when there was an air raid, about ten of us.
As a child at school, we had a shelter in the grounds of the Roman Catholic Church on Hills Road/Lensfield Road corner, which was used quite often, and I remember there was always a tin of sweets given round, when we had to go into the shelter.
When I was 11 years old, I went to Pastor House School, now St. Mary’s School. There the cloakrooms were used as a shelter. It had sandbags on the windows – fortunately we didn’t have to use the shelter very often.
I remember using the shelter under the church next to the Arts Theatre, while out shopping with my mother, we both went down into the crypt. Another time, I was walking home from school and the sirens went off and I went into the shelter on Donkey’s Common where the swimming pool is today. That day bombs dropped on a row of houses along the railway bridge on Mill Road. My mother, who was coming along to meet me, saw the bombs coming down. She was at the top of Gwydir Street. She was very worried about where I was, but found me safe in the shelter on Donkey’s Common.
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