On Saturday afternoon, I went to the village Gala where I used to live growing up - where my mum still lives. To be honest, it was a bit of a strange gala, but it had one or two merits! The best bit were the old photographs displayed by the Parish council.
I recognised this building straight away. It was in the colliery yard and was the managers office. My grandma and her three barmy mates used to clean here each evening, and as a young child I used to accompany them. Whilst they cleaned and polished and layed the fires in each office to be lit the next day, I would mess about with the big black Bakerlite telephones and swivel in the big wooden chairs. I would type on the typewriters generally amusing myself !!
All the pit buildings, offices and houses are long gone now which is a shame - I used to love these offices, they had a gorgeous lawn in front of them.This miners strike seemed far more civilised than the one in the 1980's!
I couldn't find out who these chaps were, but they seemed to be taking tea with the vicar.
And these 2 chaps amused me on the end of the huge piece of mining equipment.
I loved looking at the old school photos - some with my mum on, but none with my years on - we only ever had individual ones taken.
Then it was off to my 3rd event of the day!