Memories of Lundhill

I remember playing down the hillies on what is now Wombwell Golf Course. This area was once a thriving pit, until in 1857 a large explosion brought death and misery to the area called Lundhill. 189 men and boys were killed. After a great deal of reseach I found out that 2 of my ancestors were amongst the dead. My book on the disaster will be published soon, called 'A Little Wax Candle'.
My other memories of Wombwell are: riding through the woods whilst hanging on to a coal bucket traveling from Wombwell main pit, to Blackerhill; birds' nesting under the viaduct which carries the railway; riding on a piece of pit belt down Wombwell main pit stack; watching the stock cars racing around Station Lane speedway track; dancing in Wombwell Baths on Friday and Saturday nights.