On reading your article about the old Xaverian College near Queens Park in Brighton (The Argus, July 26), I wonder how many of your readers actually slept in the Wine Cellars during the London Blitz?

I was nine and my sister was four and each evening as dusk fell, my mother armed us all with pillows and torches and we set off up Queen's Park Road.

The noise of the hundreds of planes passing overhead was frightening and we could sometimes see a red glow in the sky to the north and I remember once our mum crying and saying: "Some poor devil's getting it."

We slept on wooden bunks and as it got light in the morning the ARP warden would come round saying: "Come on, all out, the buggers have gone back now."

We would walk home, bleary-eyed and see the milkmen on their rounds.

-Mrs JP Marshall, Seaford