On a windswept hill not far away a silent angel stands, wings open in welcome, protecting, guarding our northern lands. A symbol of pride, strength and power, where past and present meet, she stands on a site of memories, coal-dusty ghosts beneath her feet... Marking the end of an era, on the land of the old Teams mine, where proud men toiled in the darkness, she embodies a lasting shrine. The scars of industry vanished now, lands reclaimed are green and fruitful, yet, northerners know they’re home again.... when they catch the sight of an angel. © Jean Ramsay 2019
LIVErNEWS No. 79 ~ 9 ~ Summer 2022
