I sat in the sun in my garden this morning and read three little words posted on a facebook status...
"He didn't listen"
I immediately knew what this meant - those poor, poor miners who had been trapped underground in a small coal mine in South Wales were not going home...
Last night I read the prayers and thoughts of many who were close to the tragedy and one from an old class mate who was 'calling in a favour from the big man!' He didn't listen...
I'm an optimist by nature and expected to wake up this morning to news of a rescue.
I haven't turned on the TV - I now don't want to know the details.
I didn't personally know anyone involved, but I know the communities and villages around the mine.
Names of places that sing off the tongue - Cilybebyll, Pontardawe, Cwmtwrch, Ystradgynlais....
Places that the school bus chugged through on the trip from home up the valley to Ystalyfera.
That valley will be a sad place today.
"There's a cry in the valleys, tears in the West
Mourning the heroes that wear the pit vest.
Underground grafters always put in a shift
below the hillside in the deep dark drift.
They're not coming home to their children, their wives,
The mine once again takes cherished lives.
The coalfields of Britain all unite and mourn,
We're all the same breed,
We're pit village born."
My thoughts and condolences to all involved.