Haig Pit, William Pit, Annie Pit and William Pit.
The lifeblood of West Cumbria for over 70 years. Our Great Grandparents, Grandparents and even some of our parents worked in some of the biggest and deepest mines in Britain, and all that’s left are some old and worn landmarks of which the kids today know nowt about.But for those of us that remember, we have the memories that wil last a lifetime. The early evening door opening when dad would come in as black as the ace of spades with 2 white holes for eyes, the trail of soot through the living room to the bathroom and black handprints on the stair bannister. “Will you wesh yooer hands before tho ga’s upstairs” me mam would should at him.
We remember watching out the winda on Woodhouse as the miners left their houses and walked down the road together towards the pits with a bait box in yan hand and a flask in t’other. The buses that would drop off the folk from the town over yonder. But the question that we’ll nivver know the answer to… who’s bait boxes were the jam sandwiches in? The lads frae Wukin’ton or the lads frae Whitehaven?
In 2021, when the mines are closed, renewable energy is the priority and the government has ensured we’ve forgotten what community spirit looks like, we remember the good auld days, when life was simpler and the contents of your sandwiches was the biggest argument that day.
As an ode to Great Grandfathers and Grandfathers of West Cumbria, we proudly bring you our fabulous new face mask. The Coal Miner’s Daughter.
2 spoonfuls mixed with a spoonful of water and mix into a paster.
24 in stock