Friday, 25 February 2011

Through Rivers Of Pit-Spoil Mud In Search Of A New Dawn


Those were the days, when men would come to the surface after spending a long shift underground and, with their weary limbs, proudly hoist their union banners and march through rivers of pit-spoil mud in search of a bright new dawn. Or at least push the banners mounted on cushioned wheels and hitch a crafty lift over the worst of the puddles. But who am I - who has rarely lifted anything heavier than a fountain pen or a telephoto lens - to make fun. South Yorkshire Miners' Gala, Doncaster, Early 1980s.

7 comments:

Chairman Bill said...

Banners on castors?

Here was me thinking they were manumatic!

silvia Navarro said...

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jennyfreckles said...

Oh, I'd forgotten the banners were on wheels. There was always somebody hitching a ride.
BTW - I hope you will remove the offensive diatribe in the previous comment! It doesn't really sound like it's meant as a joke.

Beatrice P. Boyd said...

Interesting photo, Alan - did you take it in the 1980s in B&W using a film camera?
(Also the comment left by Anonymous about his blog should be deleted as this guy sounds a bit far off. Also his comment has nothing to do with your post, but everything to do with him. Maybe he forgot that it's women who birth men.)

L. D. Burgus said...

I am going backwards on this blog. Interesting shot.

Beatrice P. Boyd said...

Hi Alan, glad you agreed with my comment about the ranting post left by anonymous :-) as I see it's no longer posted.

Mmm said...

they don;t make them like they used to, do they? Such fascinating history.