Bob sent to upend Elsie and give her seein’ to
The Night sky glowed red wi light from rolling mill as cauldron after cauldron of white hot metal were poured into moulds to mek iron slabs for t’ rolln’ mill Albert Grimshaw looked on wi pride. “Eee Lad, afore long thee’ll not see nowt for smoke from Grimshaws in’t valley.” he said jokily. Young Bob … Read more