WITH reference to the article Bunker revealed (The Press, February 5), the miner’s house where we lived in New Lambton, Co Durham, had a garden lower than the road which ran past the side of it.

At the beginning of the war, my father dug a bunker through the soil under the border of shrubs, running parallel with the road, and shored it up; as a miner he knew what he was doing. After the war he made it so we children could not get in.

Just down the road was Ted’s farm and he would bring his cows past the house into the field behind. One day when I was 13 one of the cows did a detour through the shrubs and sank into the bunker.

Ted had to bring his tractor and pull to pull the cow out. Happily it was not hurt and the hole was filled in. It was a great talking point for quite a while.

Maureen Robinson, Broadway, York.