“Shhh” Phill said, turning. “they will be rehearsing for a performance. Just enjoy the singing.”
We continued walking along the passage coal going the opposite way on our left, on the belt, ducking now and then to avoid a beam, the singing getting louder.
Suddenly we came to a widening of the tunnel. Ahead a massive circular copper disk, at least 8 metres across, with steel inserts. It was turning slowly and coal was falling from it.
In the widened tunnel four workers, working and singing.
Singing stopped.
“Tell them not to stop singing for me… for us” I said.
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
I can’t believe that they were shy, or nervous!
Richard Hunt 10 months ago
Ah! You misread why they stopped… all will be explained if you read on.
Christopher 10 months ago
Uh-oh. When I read "Singing stopped" I had "coaled" chills running down my spine!
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
Grooooan!