They all said it...

The coal tip. The slag heap, was built high. Towered over the tiny village. A scourge on family life. There would be a disaster one day. They all said it. It was just waiting to happen. They weren’t wrong. None of them.

Go back… change time… make the day a Saturday. The day after the school holidays. Things would have been different. So very, very, different.

There’s a memorial garden where the school once stood. A testament to the horror of that day. But what lies beneath and what lies within, well… that’s a very different story.