When I used to go on holiday in the 1950s and 60s to Aberaman (near Aberdare), my grandfather's coal was delivered to outside his garden gate on the access road behind the house. It was just dumped there, and he organised people to carry it down the garden to the coal-house for him. (It was a long narrow garden, mostly used for growing vegetables, and the plants he was growing for the flower show.) I didn't get involved in that until about 1962, because I was too young, and my Mam thought I would play with the stuff and get myself all dirty. I also remember that those people who didn't have back alleys behind their houses (not very many people like that) had their coal unceremoniously dumped on the pavement outside their front door, and they had to carry it through the house. Horrible dirty job.