Thousands of men came to the snowy mountains. Some never forgot it, and some stayed forever.

I was just a lad from Yorkshire, with not much to me name but a suitcase and a stubborn streak.

39 days at sea, packed in with hundreds of blokes chasing the same dream.

Australia, they called it, land of sunshine and plenty of work. But the work were not by the beach.

It were up in the mountains. The snowy mountains scheme. The biggest engineering job in all

Australia. We worked underground, driving tunnels through rock that had been there since time began.

Dust in your lungs, drills screaming all day long. One wrong move, and the mountain could

bury the alive. But there were good men beside thee. Men who had thy back when things went wrong.

Men from every corner of the world. Italians, Greeks, Irish, Aussies, and one stubborn Yorkshire

lad. After the shift, we would head down to Kuma. For a drink and a laugh together. We came as

strangers. But we built something bigger than any one of us. I worked on snowy ones. And by

heck, it were a life worth telling. I worked on snowy ones. Yorkshire lad tells it how he says it.

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Thousands of men came to the snowy mountains. Some never forgot it, and some stayed forever.

I was just a lad from Yorkshire, with not much to me name but a suitcase and a stubborn streak.

39 days at sea, packed in with hundreds of blokes chasing the same dream.

Australia, they called it, land of sunshine and plenty of work. But the work were not by the beach.

It were up in the mountains. The snowy mountains scheme. The biggest engineering job in all

Australia. We worked underground, driving tunnels through rock that had been there since time began.

Dust in your lungs, drills screaming all day long. One wrong move, and the mountain could

bury the alive. But there were good men beside thee. Men who had thy back when things went wrong.

Men from every corner of the world. Italians, Greeks, Irish, Aussies, and one stubborn Yorkshire

lad. After the shift, we would head down to Kuma. For a drink and a laugh together. We came as

strangers. But we built something bigger than any one of us. I worked on snowy ones. And by

heck, it were a life worth telling. I worked on snowy ones. Yorkshire lad tells it how he says it.

Available now on Amazon. Kindle, Paperback, and Kindle Unlimited.

Thousands of men came to the snowy mountains. Some never forgot it, and some stayed forever.

I was just a lad from Yorkshire, with not much to me name but a suitcase and a stubborn streak.

39 days at sea, packed in with hundreds of blokes chasing the same dream.

Australia, they called it, land of sunshine and plenty of work. But the work were not by the beach.

It were up in the mountains. The snowy mountains scheme. The biggest engineering job in all

Australia. We worked underground, driving tunnels through rock that had been there since time began.

Dust in your lungs, drills screaming all day long. One wrong move, and the mountain could

bury the alive. But there were good men beside thee. Men who had thy back when things went wrong.

Men from every corner of the world. Italians, Greeks, Irish, Aussies, and one stubborn Yorkshire

lad. After the shift, we would head down to Kuma. For a drink and a laugh together. We came as

strangers. But we built something bigger than any one of us. I worked on snowy ones. And by

heck, it were a life worth telling. I worked on snowy ones. Yorkshire lad tells it how he says it.

Available now on Amazon. Kindle, Paperback, and Kindle Unlimited.