Mrs. Grouse’s parents had coal heat in the UK, they were one of the last on the street that still took deliveries from the coal man in the 1990s.
By contrast, my family burned wood since the embargo years of the 1970s and there was plenty of wood available with Dutch Elm Disease taking off.
Between the two, I will tell you that coal is a massive PITA because it’s so damn dirty. The dust even from bagged coal gets everywhere. Mrs. Grouse’s family had a coal shed and the coal man delivered bags of coal to the shed, but just the process of bringing a bag of coal in and opening it to add to the skip was guaranteed to leave black coal marks and dust on whatever you were wearing. You also get dust in the room where the fire is just from the process of adding the coal.
I do love the smell of coal burning, it reminds me of England and Christmases spent there, but I wouldn’t want to mess with dirty coal if I didn’t absolutely have to.