That summer 31 year old Dennis Potter and his family had moved back to the Forest of Dean and on news of the events in Wales he was dispatched by the journal New Society to report on the aftermath. His report published a few days later on the 27th is a masterpiece. It captures the subtle nature of shock and grief he perceives amongst the residents of the town, and the families of those killed. It is full of empathy but as ever with Potter's writing it is never mawkish. It is suffused instead with controlled and directed rage: Rage at God, rage at the national Coal Board, rage at the government:
"If only the so-called socialists who run this ugly country would yap less about their glorious heritage and do a damned site more to remove the inglorious legacy which is still rammed down so many people's throats every time they open their mouths to breathe"