Down t'Pit

&#xA; I spent the summer of &lsquo;82 as a trainee at the National Coal Board. Three thousand feet underground at Grimethorpe Colliery. Riding coal conveyor belts face-down. Shoveling slag. Wearing a bright yellow hard hat in a sea of white. &#xA; It was a world already disappearing, though none of us knew it yet. Two years later, the miners&rsquo; strikes would begin. By 2015, every pit in…