I Worked on Snowy once: A Yorkshire lad tells it how he says it

“Aye, I worked on Snowy once…”

That’s how it starts.

What follows is the story of a Yorkshire lad who leaves Barnsley behind and finds himself drilling into mountains, arguing with concrete, and building more than he ever meant to.

From the roaring tunnels of the Snowy Mountains Scheme to the red dirt blocks of early Canberra, this is a tale told plain — about hard graft, big risks, dry humour, and the moment a man realises he’s no longer visiting.

He belongs.

A Yorkshire lad tells it how he says it.