There was a need to fight, he knew that, but he saw little fight in his colleagues; only complacency and misplaced hope
MOST OF the miners lived in Inchgeich Rows and walked to the pit by a beaten path across the fields. At one time the fields had been green and softened by trees, but they were now strewn with rubble and rusting machinery and choked by spoil. A few dead or stunted trees poked the sky.