During the war Cardiff was a prime target and the sirens would go every other night. The shelters on Bute Road were built off the wall which houses the railway line. These were huge concrete half circle things. They were huge shelters that were about 30 foot long on the one side there was a seat and you sat there until the sirens gave the all clear. I lived at 144 Bute Road which was about 200 yards from the Railway Station, so the shelter was right across the road, as soon as the sirens went we just went across there. The sirens would go at 10 or 11 at night and the all clear would go at 4 in the morning. One night I got bombed out in the shelter I got trapped. This particular night I went down the shelter, the air raid was in progress, you could see Cardiff was on fire. I rushed into the shelter and I wasn't in the there 5 minuets and a land mine dropped on us. It took a huge hole out of the ground. It all happened in a mater of seconds, we were all in there and cut up by it. My friend Joe from down the road had a bad eye injury, I was dragged out and treated on the ground, a gas main had been hit and it was bright like daylight. The house next door, the pub on the corner, the yacht Chandlers and the old Finnish church had all been hit. What comes back to my mind is the smell of curried beans Over the road there was this shop that sold food and in the window were all these tins of Blackwells curried beans stacked up, the blast exploded them. They had me on the pavement treating me and all I could smell was curried beans. It always brings it back, the smell of curry.