Huthwaite
More miles. More photographs. Plodding around a former coal mining district at Nottinghamshire's border with Derbyshire. That was yesterday. Where once pithead wheels turned and cohorts of men trudged home with the crevices of their skin still blackened with tell-tale coal dust, now country parks, cycle ways and sprawling industrial estates fill the melancholy void that was left behind. I left Clint in a quiet lay-by on Blackwell Lane, just west of Huthwaite. It was another pleasant spring day though not quite as sunny as most recent days. I was wearing my Panama City Beach T-shirt that my daughter bought there when on Spring Break from Birmingham Southern Collage, Alabama in 2010. Huthwaite is an unpretentious, unbeautiful place that still cannot hide its coal mining legacy. It is the opposite of the vibrant multicultural England that our London-based media chirps about constantly. Here the all-white descendants of coal mining and hosiery manuf...
