Near to us, over the road far below us, we saw Llechwedd Quarry heavy and silent…with no sound of machine, chisel or hammer…
Driving wheels were still with one large one slowly revolving as if in a deep sleep. An overwhelming silence covered the place. We wandered towards the work offices. The same oppressive silence was to be felt there also…A short man came to answer the door….saying that we were welcome to wander through the quarry on our own…Passing the silent wheels and the large empty workshop, we came to one of the open spaces where loaded wagons converge from all directions. The water wheel revolved slowly and slowly, but every truck was still, the chains hanging limply and useless, whilst no rock man was expected from the black tunnels that ran underground…Rain had started falling by now and we had to return to the office. On our way down we saw a lonely looking young man…he was the manager. Warren Roberts by name. He had no idea he said when the strike would end.
http://www.llechicymru.info/IPSLtudev.english.htm Tro Trwy'r Gogledd, O.M. Edwards, page 16-19 (trans)