Ah! The Anderson shelter -- ours had been covered by a generous layer of rocks and dirt -- and I don't know how it got there but it had a plum tree growing out of the top which produced much good fruit over the years. After the war, when a young teenager, I ran an electric line down to the shelter and used it as my "boy" cave. Had my fretwork saw down there, and even did my homework down there at times. Was a bit musty but worked for me. My Mum, Grandma and I moved into the house in 1942 after Dad had been shipped off to North Africa.
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