Gaffers Daughter
It was raining, well it always was in Yorkshire in the 1920s. Sleet maybe, freezing rain. I was working in the office at Hartley Main pit tallying up the miners tally sheets when gaffer turns up. “Ee Johnno, it’s parky out there,” gaffer says, as he comes in dripping all over the polished floorboards. “Aye … Read more