When your own life becomes history

I can remember when i was a kid being told stories by both my grandparents about life down the mines. In fact we still have some fossils one gramps collected when he was down there and we still have the old brass Davey lamp the other one used all his life.

This area once had dozens of mines, producing quality coal for over 200 years, now the only one that is left is a museum.

Bloody thatcher.