What's written on the left hand side of the board:
When Cotton Was King
As told by a cotton worker circa 1910
"It's hot int' mill wi' lots o' noise. On a nice day, we'll take our lunch ont' towpath an' eat snaps from't snap tins."
It's a 5.5 day week for us cotton worker; that's 12 hours a day and half day Saturday.
We've all got nimble fingers, especially the 'Piecers'. They're mainly children who nip under the spinning machines to tie the broken cotton back together.
Some of us work on the spinning machines and some on the carding machines. The mill takes a raw bale of cotton, cleans it, twists it and spins it into fine yarn.
The humidity in the mill keeps the cotton damp so it's easier to spin without snapping.
There are five floors of machinery - all powered by the Trencherfield Mill Engine.
The noise is deafening - we stuff cotton from the floor in our ears to protect them.
We communicate using 'Me-Mawing', a mixture of sign language and lip reading.
We work in our bare feet because our clogs could spark on the concrete floor and set the cotton bales alight.
"We wake early doors to the sound of the Trencherfield steam whistle. Summonin' us t'mill for another day. But as thee say - England's bread hangs on Lancashire's thread."