Cultures and generations meet on the Moor.

Love and loss on Lady’s Bridge.

There he was. Arthur Scargill. Sixty feet high and wearing a miner’s helmet. It wasn’t Scargill, of course. It was a mural in brick of a steelworker who looked a bit like him. The mural had been made when the gable wall was built in the eighties. At that time the man was living in…

A lost man loses even more.

A couple live together, separately.