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Thanks macwil48. I am glad I am not the only person to remember this.

Almost history repeating itself with the 'Cold Fusion' claims of circa 1980.

I can remember the very day that my interest in science was sparked: one cold early morning in February in 1954, when I stood at the floor of the opencast excavation at Windy Arbour. I looked up at the layer of sod, then topsoil, then subsoil, then bands of clay and silt/sands, then strata of distinguishably different rock. Then standing on the white floor, the black shelf of coal that had been stripped of overlay, being cleanly scooped away by the green Ruston Bucyrus diesel shovels, and loaded into the waiting Bedford truck to be delivered to NCB at the former Blundell's site in Pemberton.