A barrow of nutty slack

On many occasions at the age of 10 or 11 I called into the coal yard you mention, to pick up a barrow load of nutty slack to add to the coal fire to make it last longer, things were hard for Mom & Dad in those days. The entrance was just passed the rear of the baths walking towards the top of Hawthorne Road and also passed the rear of the Ex Serviceman’s Club, a club my Dad George Snr worked behind the bar for many years. It was only a small coal yard and I remember the burly blokes, Shovelling the nutty slack into a sack and putting it into my barrow as if it were feathers. Hard men Hard times.