You can’t miss them. One, two, three… a dozen wind turbines turning steadily despite the light breeze.
Look southwest towards the rolling Pennine hills, and there they are, silvery-white blades hidden against today’s uncharacteristically bright sky. Look northeast towards Newcastle and there are more: some stationary, most turning, all giant symbols of how far this region has come.
Despite its history and reputation, this is not coal country anymore.
