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Here's one the right way up, but I still don't know who it is?

Wow! The tears are falling like sparkling diamonds after reading this and thinking of the lovely gentleman we met in the woods today. He was brimming with information, made sure we found the Low Pit shaft enclosure in the trees, and he went on to tell @Josimarsz about her grandparents, who he knew and remembered, things she she never knew! As we walked back to our cars we both agreed that this morning’s meeting was equivalent to meeting David Bowie or David Hockney: 🌟 status. Like “a kiss from the Pope!” (we’re not Catholic mind) A grand day out indeed 😁🌈x

So sorry @Canny lass the gentleman is Alan Dickson, a local hero, artist and sage. When @Alan Edgar (Eggy1948)needs Barrington Barnton Remembered information @Alan dickson is the go-to man! I believe Alan Dickson is the Eggy equivalent for Barrington. Sorry about the upside down pic, it was right way up till I posted it. The gals are Josephine MiBestie and the dishevelled selfie’s author myself RoseanneRainbow 😁x

@Canny lass- some of Alan Dickson's paintings that he posts on the Bygone Bedlington, Cambois and Barrington groups. This photo I would say was 50+ years ago - could be Netherton Colliery - see text. Alan did join this group in 2014 but was only active for just under 5 months. Alan often posts a poem abut each of his paintings. This is a typical Alan Dickson poem :- Mind I had a funny dream , I was tossing and turning, Guess I had too much to dream, Just couldn't fall properly asleep, I remember I was aboot halfway counting the sheep. The cortins kinda fluttered and an old wummin came in from oot of the mist,came forward and sat on the side of the bed and gave me a kiss, I knaa I noticed the silver strands in her auburn hair, And the sparkly things dancing aboot in her eyes, Bugger this old lad was very surprised, To see his Mother putting a hand forward and stroking his head,, I reckon she must have thowt I was worried aboot this or that, But to tell the truth I didn't know what, She just spoke the once!! Son am nivvor very far away, I watch you every day!! I know your getting old, and the hairs whiter than grey, So your Mother thought she'd better call in and tell you, In her eyes, your still her little lad at the end of the day, She gave a little smile and drifted back oot in the mist, Now I wasn't sure if I had been dreaming or not. But I felt my hand ganning up to touch the spot where I thowt she had kissed, I must have fell back into deep sleep, Cos I couldn't see any more sheep.