A dark Angel.

We had a walk along to the Angel this evening. It was a dark silhouette in the dampness, but there have been changes. Below the Angel, and to the left, small trees have been planted, each one dedicated to someone. There were pictures and words about loved ones, and flowers, in a spot which had memories of them all.
The lady on the right of the picture was taking a picture and stepping further and further back, until she fell over. The lady in the middle, who was with her, couldn't move for laughing.
It may have been cold and damp, but there was plenty to interest us. Well worth the walk.