Digging for gold
Driving home from a meeting last night the skies were immense. Dark, ominous clouds hanging low. There was a letterbox of brighter sky to the West.
It wasn’t long before the rain came. The clouds dropped their load, inking the road surface. Spray splashed from the tyres of the vehicles driving past.
The break in the clouds grew.
Behind us, to the East a bright rainbow was cast, arcing high above the landscape. One side reached the ground not far from the Angel of the North, the other directly above some cones and diggers and workmen labouring, digging up the road surface.
I’m sure the council will claim they are improving the main artery that is the A1, but maybe this credit crunch has hit hard enough that they are exploring other avenues of income.