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A story my father , Dennis Breach (now deceased) told me, was that ,as a boy in Blaenavon during the war, after an air raid he found the inside of an incendiary bomb, which held the bomblets.

The chief A.R.P. warden at the time was a Mr Harry Wathen who took the offending article from my none too pleased Dad!!

After the war when my Dad was courting my Mam, who happened to be Nancy Wathen, he went to their house in Elgam Avenue,and what was by the side of the fireplace? The piece of bomb interior, lovingly turned into a poker stand by my Grampa Wathen, who worked as a Blacksmith in the Tyre mill near Chapel Row.

My other Gramp, Mr Albert Breach was L/Cpl in the Home Guard and a Saddler/Harness maker at Big Pit, so I have revelled in your programme as my relatives have almost come back to life for a short time.