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A very big hole in the ground

An industrial icon
An industrial icon

I like holes in the ground. The bigger the better! Whether it’s a cave or a mine, I like going underground, even more so when there’s a sense of history attached.

My most recent underground adventure was at the National Mining Museum in Wales – otherwise known as Big Pit – where I was guilty of an ‘ooops’ that was just a little bit dangerous… sorry folks.

Parts of this big hole in the ground were dug as early as 1812 – a small mine that was later incorporated into one of the biggest and most important places where King Coal was worshipped. Big Pit closed in 1980 – but the miners who once sweated at the coal face now guide visitors underground and tell their stories.

And that’s where I went a bit wrong.

There is gas in coal mines. Dangerous, explosive gas. So before the visitors are allowed underground, you have to leave behind anything with a battery in it – cameras, mobiles phones. Cigarette lighters are a big no-no. While we were all handing over our things – I somehow missed one part of the conversation. A short time later, underground (where we took no photos of course) a former miner was explaining about the dangers of gas explosions – even now. And that, he said, was why we had been asked to give up our cameras and phones and watches. Watches? Oops. I’d missed that bit and was still wearing mine. I slid the sleeve of my jacket down to cover, and crossed my fingers.

I kept my watch well covered as we headed down mine shafts hewn in when a young Queen Victoria sat on the throne. These were narrow and the roofs were so low that even I had to stoop. We stood in the total blackness and imagined the lives of children as young as five or six had to work for ten hours a day or more. I was glad to see the sunlight again after just an hour underground.

Big Pit captures the history of the Welsh mining industry over many generations.

One of the great innovations came in the late 1930s when the pit head baths were built. This enabled the miners to wash off the grime of the pit before they walked home at the end of their shift. They had a clean locker for their proper clothes – and a dirty locker where the underground clothes were stored, and dried by heated air. I imagine dry warm clothes were a blessing for them at the start of their winter shifts – just as I imagine the miners’ wives must have been thrilled not to have coal dust tramped through their houses every day. I image their washing load was somewhat reduced as well.

The showers were pretty basic and there wasn't any privacy - but for the miners, they must have been a great luxury.
The showers were pretty basic and there wasn’t any privacy – but for the miners, they must have been a great luxury.

One the themes that ran throughout the whole museum was that although the work was hard, the men were proud of what they did. You could hear it in the voices of the miners who now lead the tours through the darkness.

The museum remembers the miners strike.
The museum remembers the miners strike.

There was a strong community where everyone helped each other – especially in emergencies.

The great heaps of mine rubble on the moors above the town brought to mind the terrible tragedy at Aberfan in 1966. What a hard life it was in the mining towns.
The great heaps of mine rubble on the moors above the town brought to mind the terrible tragedy at Aberfan in 1966. What a hard life it was in the mining towns.

In all – Big Pit was a great place to visit. We spent most of a day there. So there it is – reasons I Like Wales # 132.

The magnificent building was the Workmen's Insitute. A memory of better times.
The magnificent building was the Workmen’s Insitute. A memory of better times.