William Draycott

The dripping mourners shuffled through the doors of The Miners Arms, shaking droplets and shedding overcoats as they met the welcoming warmth of the fire. Glistening pints lined the bar on one end, and empties lined the other. Big Oppy Dyer was dead and buried, and tonight, his kin and community came together to celebrate his life. ‘He were never work shy, no, it’ll never be said he were work shy when he was stuck in a shaft, but he wasn’t shy being first in line at the pub neither,’ said one of the mourners.