The old bonk at Jeromes Norton Canes was replaced by an automatic tippler. I think it was just before nationalisation
my Uncle, Jack Trawford was a mechanic at that time
I have fond and sad memories of Jeromes as a boy, I remember my uncle Horiss Lote being a wynder there and going one Sunday to take his lunch, of course it was a no go area. But down in the boiler house, in my mind I can see the steam and sound of crickets.
The sad memory I witnessed the last pit pony brought back up I was working at the M.E.B substation at the time of closure
I have great admiration for the old miners and donkeys