The waste dump, or bing, as we called, like the dull one in the picture, was always there and it's slope an attraction for sliding down on bots of cardboard or even a decent bit of wood but I got a stiff lecture from Dad any time I ventured near the thing. While there wasn't much coal in it to burn it did get hot and many years later I saw what it could be like the second picture. Apart from the gas it produced we'd have been roasted alive if it had collapsed under us. Strill, I suppose we could have broken our necks climbing up to rooks nests.
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