In the event my meeting was cancelled but on Saturday we drove to Wakefield anyway. At least I now know why it was never on my bucket list, although it would be worth going back to just for the delightful tapas bar we went to that evening.
The highlight of our trip was a visit on Sunday to the National Coal Mining Museum, just outside the city. It's actually located in an old coal mine and includes a guided tour underground. This was especially resonant for me as reflections on his short time "down the pit" figured so strongly in dad's anecdotes about his past. The tour helped make real just how dangerous, noisy and unpleasant mining work is and how a gas explosion is an ever present danger which requires constant vigilance.
The guide was an ex-miner and he was great explaining to the kids on the trip what life was like underground. To them they were scary stories unconnected with their real lives, for me a connection with my dad made a little more strong.
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