Today, I walked, ooh, about five miles or so around the villages that I grew up in. For my American readers, Alfreton has been around since time immemorial, it's mentioned in the Domesday Book, and in the recent past it was a mining town. All that fell apart in the late 1960s and there are, I believe, no pits here today. My Dad was a coal miner. There are many of these memorials to the mining industry throughout the area. This one is at the top of Nix's Hill. 
This is where I lived when I was a little girl. The houses were built in the late 19th century for the Brickyard workers who worked in the Brickyard just down the unpaved road. If you've read any D.H. Lawrence you'll get the idea. We had no indoor plumbing until the mid 1960s.
This was my universe - lots of other kids to play with, trees to climb, and no cars back then.
And buildings to climb on - I got stuck on top of this garage roof. I was very amused to see it still there.
And railings to swing and hang upside down from, much to the annoyance of the pub ladlord.
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