Another day, another charter. This time it's Snibston Colliery, our victim is the fetchingly blue Wimblebury, and of course it's raining.

Yep - it's June - height of the British summer - and it's peeing down and blowing half a gale.

We're hanging around taking the mickey out of each other, watching the sun put in fleeting glimpses as the stock continues to be shunted.