Beneath our Feet was a project funded by Historic England, produced by the Queen’s Hall Arts.

It encouraged school children to discover inspirational connections with historic industrial heritage in rural Northumberland.

I worked with three primary schools to write, record and perform songs that uncovered the stories from these lost industries.

GREENHAUGH PRIMARY SCHOOL

The pupils at Greenhaugh Primary School had been learning about the history of coal mining and blacksmithery in the Bellingham area, and what it might have been like to live life as an industrial worker in a changing landscape and a dangerous work environment. They introduced me to some new words "teapot" (oil lanterns) "bogie carts" (coal carts), "dancing eye" (the visual disturbances of miners emerging back into daylight), all of which were included in the final song. As with the other groups, the children generated their own melodies, beats, rhythms and chord progressions to build the song, and had a hands on introduction to the music creation software Ableton.

  • Through Hareshaw Lynn the water flows

    It turns the wheel, the bellows blow

    They keep the flames a burning bright

    Our iron graft keeps us alive

    History, let’s dig it out from underground!

    Our stories, let’s tell em loud, and tell ‘em proud!

    By teapot light we make our way

    Down deeper from the light of day

    We dig for coal our axes spark

    They chip away the coal so dark

    History, let’s dig it out from underground!

    Our stories, let’s tell em loud, and tell ‘em proud!

    Oil from the teapot burning down my face

    Danger in every swing

    Water flooding mines

    Leaving the mine with dancing eye

    The mines are as hot as the earths core

    Smelting iron ore

    Pumping bellows to keep the forge running

    Risking their lives

    Danger in every tunnel and shaft

    Pit ponies pulling hard

    Water rushing through the wheel

    People leaving us to die

    Every place I know

    Is the field,

    Moor,

    Blacksmiths

    And mine

    Full bogey carts are heaved away

    Pit ponies with their hyde so grey

    The oil burns the toil is tough

    We work the mines the mines work us

    History, let’s dig it out from underground!

    Our stories, let’s tell em loud, and tell ‘em proud!

WHITFIELD PRIMARY SCHOOL

I worked with a mixture of KS1 and KS2 pupils at Whitfield Primary School to create musical material and talk about their research into Galena, a lead ore that was mined, washed in the nearby River East Allen, and smelted to create lead and small quantities of silver. The pupils explored the material through thinking with their senses, the significance of the river, the movement of the water, and the historical use of lead in the area. The children used bells and dice to create sequences of notes which became melodies, and chose sequences of shapes to create beats using the software Ableton Live.

  • Let us take you

    Back in time

    And from the mines we’d see

    Galena shine

    Washed in water

    By the gallon

    All on the banks of

    The river West Allen

    And if you think am I a dreamer

    Or ask me what it is I’m looking for

    The answer lies in this galena

    The shining silver lining of this fine lead ore

    The river runs down

    from source to sea

    Beneath Cupola Bridge and

    it runs past me

    Sometimes it’s fast and

    sometimes it’s slow

    And it will wash Galena

    in it’s bubbling flow

    And when we smelt it

    It gives us lead

    It fixes rooftops

    Above our head

    And if we’re lucky

    Silver appears

    That’s how galena helped us

    Through all those years

    And if you think am I a dreamer

    Or ask me what it is I’m looking for

    The answer lies in this galena

    The shining silver lining of this fine lead ore

WARK PRIMARY SCHOOL

Pupils at Wark Primary School had been looking into a story involving Alan Swaile, a birdwatcher who fell through the ground and discovered a coal seam in Falstone. Using archival material in the form of an ITN report. from the 1970s, we worked together to create a song telling Alan's story. Through games, the pupils created sequences of shapes and built beats, and rolled dice to choose notes and build melodies. They also wrote chords to accompany and contextualise the melodies. Alan, his father and Uncle did much of the early work themselves, making a road by hand, and moving 40 tonnes of coal in a bathtub. The film also includes interviews with miners, providing valuable insights into what working life was like in Falstone Mine, which was smaller, more collaborative and less hierarchical than larger sites at the time.

  • Small place known as Falstone it was 1971

    Alan Swaile begins his tale and now we sing it into song

    Bird watching, he was shocked to fall into the ground

    And from that day, everything changed, shifting coal out by the tonne

    Suddenly my life flashed before my eyes

    What happened next took me by surprise

    Right beneath my feet

    Earth just opened up

    I fell straight into

    What would give us our power

    From the start, the work was hard, but everyone would have a laugh

    They shared the load, built a road, 40 tonnes moved in a bath

    Backs aching all the time, but here they ached the same

    Then back home, showered clean, glowing fire would ease the pain

    Suddenly my life flashed before my eyes

    What happened next took me by surprise

    Right beneath my feet

    Earth just opened up

    I fell straight into

    What would give us our power

    These days, there are cleaner ways to make power for the grid

    But it still pays to explore the great outdoors like Alan did

    To help us chip away the blues, mother nature never fails

    And to this hour we draw power from the tale of Alan Swailes

    I was sitting in my living room eating some toast

    Thinking of the birds that I like the most

    Ospreys, curlews, lapwings, grouse

    I grabbed my binoculars and left my house

    I walked down the path and got into my car

    Luckily I didn’t have to drive that far

    The ground was soft as I strolled along

    I whistled to myself this sweet little song

    Suddenly my life flashed before my eyes

    What happened next took me by surprise

    Right beneath my feet

    Earth just opened up

    I fell straight into

    What would give us our power

    What would give us our power

    What would give us our power