c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-13–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-12–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-11–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-10–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-9–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-8–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-7–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-6–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-5–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-4–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-3–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-2–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-1–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-0–>p class=”MsoNormal”>Coal was delivered to the Gasworks by horse and cart. The carts were filled from a collier at Albert Basin. Up Chapel Street they were backed into any one of three gates that would open up to them.
Residents of the area were always on the alert for just this occasion. And it came two or three times a month! The reason was the guile and generosity of the coal cart drivers. Rounding the 90˚ turn where Quay Street meets Chapel Street, they’d give the reins a bit of a shake and trot the horse around the corner. The result of course was a considerable spill of coal on to the road where it was immediately collected by youngsters with shovels, buckets and indeed any handy implement to help collect it and bring it home.
Strangely no one looked upon this as thieving. I could safely say that when the coal arrived at any front door, it was gratefully and thankfully received. Didn’t yer man in charge turn the blind eye? We treated him as the owner rather than the carter of this coal!
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