Grandfather worked down the mines. He was an electrical engineer. During the war he tried to sign up. He wanted to join the Royal Air Force more than owt. But they said no because they needed engineers at home to keep things running. Granddad was very upset. He felt bad about it. Mum says he never got over it, not really.
He rallied his BSA motorcycle. He liked going fast and getting muddy. He met Grandma in Sheffield. She was working as a nurse at a hospital for the war-wounded, doing her bit, you know.
In the 1970s, a power station was built in a village called Drax in Yorkshire. Today, it has a really tall concrete chimney 850 feet high and she is mother. Sunshine stored in black rocks from Africa and Siberia trundles into the power house. Twelve brothers, 374 feet tall and 300 feet wide, wear concrete-grey suits…
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