sword

I live in a the north east of England, and when i was a child the whole area was teeming with Coal mines shipyards,and heavy industrial factorys. They have all but gone now, and that is not entirely a bad thing.I do not miss the air filled with the smell of smoke, not only from the industry but also from all the small chimmneys belching smoke in every street and the noise from the steelworks just across the river. I do miss the guy on his bike coming up the street leaning his bike against the street lamp then standing on the saddle to light the gas in the lamp. I do miss watching the coal miner Mr Brown from two doors up setting of with his miners lamp, his leather gaiters and bandy legs shuffling up the street on a cold frost y morning to start the early shift, and i could then rush back to bed and snuggle up nice and warm knowing that i had a couple of hours sleep before i had to get up for school… In fact it is probably only nostalgia on my part that makes me paint this sort of image..My sincere apologies for rambling on. I MUST GET A LIFE.. best regards Peter