Our grandfather John was a coalminer who left school at the age of 13 and went down the mine at Kiveton Park and Wales, on the outskirts of Sheffield. He was bright but didn't have the opportunity to stay in education because of his deprived circumstances.
(his father left when he was young and for a short period he and his mother lived in the workhouse before his grandparents took them in). Through the pit he was able to attend night and Saturday classes at the University of Sheffield and got qualifications in mining engineering.
He worked all his life down the pit, following work to Llay in North Wales after the Great Strike of 1926, suffering times of hardship and unemployment after pit accidents with spinal fractures, and returning to the Yorkshire coalfields till he retired aged 63/64.
Our dad was born OTD in 1925 - traditionally we had to have strawberries and cream to celebrate. Back in the 1960s this would be early in the season so these would be our first and sometimes only strawberries.
He was born in Wales near @kivetonwales eldest son of a #YorkshireMiner who was determined that none of his children would follow him into the pit, and they didn’t. Dad won Miners’ scholarships to @KingsPontefract and from there to @Kings_Cambridge a two year degree in wartime
His closest brush with sport was to keep score for the school cricket team - he found God (or perhaps it was the other way round) at Uni and started off a theological career which took him to @SCM_Britain and a conference in India where he met our Aussie mum from @australianscm
A fine warm evening as I headed out in search of #wands on the protected #popupbikelanes - I rode the whole way on new or existing cycle lanes, some very old, others not quite finished, I didn’t find an ice cream but I saw a lot of #cones
Once in town, I headed for Granby Street and the contraflow #cyclelane where historically (Feb2020) there was always a vehicle blocking it - but the #wands are in, parking bays suspended for physical distancing and continental cafe culture, and a clear route to the train station
The lane starts just after the pinch point of the railway bridge and uses the bus lane - it’s clearly marked but the entrance is narrow and the first sign is #MenAtWork which could give the impression of roadworks rather than a cycle lane as the cyclist in the last picture shows
Once you’re in the lane it provides protection though this ends at each of the side roads, dropped kerbs and bus stops along the route - the cones appeared to be sited inside the solid white line rather than on it