Husbands and Sons
Coal. It used to be everywhere. Sticking in the miners' pores, packed in hessian sacks, rattling in the scuttle, sending soot and smoke up every chimney. I still have a couple of hundredweight in the cellar for the day when...
Coal. It used to be everywhere. Sticking in the miners' pores, packed in hessian sacks, rattling in the scuttle, sending soot and smoke up every chimney. I still have a couple of hundredweight in the cellar for the day when...