We Are Three Sisters " review
Viaduct, HalifaxOut of the howling wind emerge three young women wearing bonnets tightly tied and shawls chest-clutched; in their midst a young man, wild-haired, booted, waistcoated and jacketed. Gravestones rise to either side of the traverse stage, dark lozenges mottling the shadows of this converted Halifax mill; upright among them, the quartet pauses and a cappella harmonises a hymn of weary pilgrims longing to f…