I start off old-school.  Sandbags and corrugated iron sheets.  It is not ideal, but it is all that I have at my disposal.  If I was aiming for a thoroughly professional job, I would want it to be lead-lined all the way, but that is never gonna happen; not now the pesky local metal-thieves have stolen a march on me regarding the slates on the church roof.  A lead-lined bunker: it is the Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen dystopian design dream.

Strange to think that the most likely survivors of nuclear Armageddon will be the scally metal-thieves.  Is this who I want to share my future with?  I suppose beggars can’t be choosers.  Me, the metal-thieves, and the cockroaches: it is a society of sorts.

© Beery Sue

Beery Sue works up a sweat shifting sandbags.

See how Beery Sue started her project in How to Build a Nuclear Fallout Shelter in your Local Pub #1.