Riding The Buckets And Other Daft Things

A Memory of Aberbargoed.

I remember when we would ride the buckets from Bargoed Pit to Brittania across the river, our big rope swing by Angel Lane and teasing the Pit Bobby. How we survived I'll never know. I think we learned more about elf'n safety the natural way than all the over-paid 'experts' could in a lifetime of courses that they have attended, I'm still kicking in my middle age...

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