 At the entrance to the mine from the road just to the right runs a beck called the Blackburn, and alongside it, near the bridge over the river was “Mill Cottage” my grandfather’s home. My mother Marion grew up here in the tiny hamlet of Leadgate. We saw the entrance to the mine with the train lines disappearing into the darkness of the mountain. The heavy old pit doors had been closed - the mine was unsafe. The tunnel into the mine had been carved out of the rock of the hillside and was dripping ... (continue by reading the document below) |
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