Bucket List - Mine

Part of English life in my growing up was coal.  In the north of England coal mines were everywhere and you could see their derricks reaching up into the skies. If you were lucky you could see the big wheel turning, showing that the cage was on the move.

 In the late sixties and seventies we celebrated every winter with Joe Gormley coming out of the union headquarters and telling the press that "the lads weren't happy."  The prelude to their annual strike followed by the truck drivers, railway men et al.  I would really like to go down a coal mine to see exactly what it's like.  I suspect that out here in California, it's not going to be an easy wish.