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Well....looks like it's ok on a golf course....That someone can open a car window and throw out things like plastic bottles and McD wrappings onto the roadside.
Well....looks like it's ok on a golf course....That someone can open a car window and throw out things like plastic bottles and McD wrappings onto the roadside.
That was the last Pit I worked at, I remember those days where family and friends went down. When the roof used to “ come in” or fall down. The cavity’s could be immense. I remember an official looking up into a cavity one day and his cap light never hit the top. He turned to me and said “ I can see the canteen womens knickers“.Some years ago my BiL, a face working miner, took me down Thoresby Pit on a special close relations/friends visit. After walking down the gate to the face - a walk of a couple of miles - we traversed the pit props to the middle of the face. The five or six of us then crouched down peering into each others faces with the head lamps. He then said, turn off your lamps, then uttered the immortal words ‘It’s f******* dark isn’t it’. That nearly blew my mind! Then he really did blew it, when he said ‘there’s a mile of rock just above your head’!’
? imagine ???70 years since I went to school with John Lennon
Did you ever go on the Waterloo-Bank underground?
Opening your car window and....Well....looks like it's ok on a golf course....
Was anyone awake. I used to catch the JP line in Nagoya and everyone looked to be asleep.Used to travel on the Tokyo subway in rush hour, that’ll do it
That someone can open a car window and throw out things like plastic bottles and McD wrappings onto the roadside.
Was anyone awake. I used to catch the JP line in Nagoya and everyone looked to be asleep.
I still have a pice of coal that I brought up with me. by the way, the ride back on the conveyor belt was interesting. The visitors laid down, but the miners sat up, it was mesmerising watching them instinctively duck their heads for the steel supports every few yards.That was the last Pit I worked at, I remember those days where family and friends went down. When the roof used to “ come in” or fall down. The cavity’s could be immense. I remember an official looking up into a cavity one day and his cap light never hit the top. He turned to me and said “ I can see the canteen womens knickers“.
Thoresby was known as the “Jewel in the Crown”, of old king Coal. I rescued this from the headstocks when they were blown up after the pit had shut.
Been down a pit twice - first was Ollerton Colliery on a school trip (effectively, given the area as it was then, to show you what the rest of your life was going to be like). T'was then I decided a) I was never going to work down a pit, and b) miners deserved every penny they got. Second was with the Mines Rescue team at Clipstone and was intrigued to learn that they still used canaries to detect gas, and delighted to learn that "we've never 'lost' a canary yet ..."Some years ago my BiL, a face working miner, took me down Thoresby Pit on a special close relations/friends visit. After walking down the gate to the face - a walk of a couple of miles - we traversed the pit props to the middle of the face. The five or six of us then crouched down peering into each others faces with the head lamps. He then said, turn off your lamps, then uttered the immortal words ‘It’s f******* dark isn’t it’. That nearly blew my mind! Then he really did blew it, when he said ‘there’s a mile of rock just above your head’!’
I went to school in Ollerton, the pit cast its shadow over my ( and every other boys) future! I went in the forces instead. My uncles‘ brother died in a roof fall down Ollerton pit.Been down a pit twice - first was Ollerton Colliery on a school trip (effectively, given the area as it was then, to show you what the rest of your life was going to be like). T'was then I decided a) I was never going to work down a pit, and b) miners deserved every penny they got. Second was with the Mines Rescue team at Clipstone and was intrigued to learn that they still used canaries to detect gas, and delighted to learn that "we've never 'lost' a canary yet ..."
My family weren't miners, but I grew up in the Notts coalfield.Been down a pit twice - first was Ollerton Colliery on a school trip (effectively, given the area as it was then, to show you what the rest of your life was going to be like). T'was then I decided a) I was never going to work down a pit, and b) miners deserved every penny they got. Second was with the Mines Rescue team at Clipstone and was intrigued to learn that they still used canaries to detect gas, and delighted to learn that "we've never 'lost' a canary yet ..."
I pass that nigh on every day taking the grandkids to school. I have taken and seen some fantastic photos with sun rises and sun sets with them in the background. There was a campaign to bring them down but I believe the developers are keeping them.My family weren't miners, but I grew up in the Notts coalfield.
When I was younger I worked in a steel fabricating works that used to be the NCB national workshop. Virtually all my workmates were ex-miners. They all missed the money. None of them missed the work. I can only imagine how grim it was.
Clipstone, mentioned above, is still an incredible sight. Not many headstocks like this...
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I still have a pice of coal that I brought up with me. by the way, the ride back on the conveyor belt was interesting. The visitors laid down, but the miners sat up, it was mesmerising watching them instinctively duck their heads for the steel supports every few yards.
I went to school in Ollerton, the pit cast its shadow over my ( and every other boys) future! I went in the forces instead. My uncles‘ brother died in a roof fall down Ollerton pit.
The hot water at the pit was a godsend to the miners I’m sure, but I sometimes saw the occasional miner walking home still totally blackened, apart from his eyes, in coal dust. I often wondered why that particular time they hadn’t showered - now I know, they met ‘Willy Watcher’!I have a couple of good mates who live in Ollerton. Ex Woofers, sherwood and Worcester foresters. One of the lads who I worked with at Harworth lived in Ollerton, we car shared. His nickname was “ Willy watcher”. He worked in the pit Head Baths and when he was talking to you if you was naked he would be glancing at Yer Willy.
You've got me intrigued - as so did I . Firstly at Forest View Primary, then at Dukeries Comp (as it was then known). When were you there?I went to school in Ollerton, the pit cast its shadow over my ( and every other boys) future! I went in the forces instead. My uncles‘ brother died in a roof fall down Ollerton pit.
Theres not going to be a connection with me, I was at Whitney Lane then went to Retford at 11. My younger brother and my wife both went to the Comp roughly 1966 to 1971.You've got me intrigued - as so did I . Firstly at Forest View Primary, then at Dukeries Comp (as it was then known). When were you there?