Carter's Well.

I live on the outskirts of Gateshead, in Low Fell. I thought I would blip some of the historical parts of the area.
This is Carter's Well, which was the main source of fresh water in the nineteenth century. It originally rose out of the workings of an old coal pit, and the supply of water was sparse. However, when another mine opened in the area, a drift was made into the workings to get water for the use of the colliery engine and the water supply was rapidly enhanced.
When most people had to travel to get the fresh water, it was quite common to find queues of women and children waiting, for sometimes as much as half an hour. As children learned to knit between four or five years of age, they often took their knitting with them, to pass the time, whilst waiting their turn.
A local man, Thomas Wilson, wrote this poem about the well:-
No other spring wiv it can vie
It is a tap that ne'er runs dry.
And then for news there's nowt can beat
The Well where all the lasses meet,
An' gie their tongues a pleasant treat
On village speculations.