Just watched (a recording of) the South Bank Show on the Bard of Barnsley (Ian McMillan).
I'm grateful to him for reminding me of the miner's strike.
In my lunchbreak from my computer job I went down and gave money to the relief fund. Not on-line of course - but in person.
All the same, I remember thinking at the time that when all was said and done, maybe the old ways were at an end; that despite all those arguments about the competitiveness of the coal industry, it was all over and we better get used to the idea. To that extent, I was complicit in the outcome.
Now, looking back, I see things differently - or let's say, I view things more broadly. While recognising the way the 'tide of history was running', I find myself picturing the generations of miners who toiled underground to fuel the building of the empire; powering the blast furnaces and filling the coal bunkers of the dreadnoughts.
Their immense contribution to the wealth of this country is rarely acknowledged.
They've been set aside.
Of their lives and the rich communities they created only the faintest echoes remain.