Another afternoon in an ex mining community, collecting reminiscences.

"His trousers were held up with a bit cut off the conveyor belt with a brass buckle on. He would hit us on the legs when he got angry"

"When I told him he'd get no compensation if his thumb was sewn back on he ripped it off and threw it down the shaft. He only got £30 as he had no dependents."

"It cut his arm off at the shoulder when it fell. We all saw the arm coming along the conveyor belt"

"We used to hide all the cut off fuse ends in out shirt pockets then put them into an old tin can and blow it up and stun all the perch in the loch. You could pick lots of them up in your hands after."