Goodbye KIGH… "at the time you could turn back and say : this is it. and from the valleys the only thing you kept were the sprinkles of steel in your bones and the coal dust in your throat. bristol was not the limit anymore. there was no limit. you were better and stronger. maybe you were from the most broken of all the countries north of gibraltar, but you’d found a future beyond the grey skies and moors of wales, and that meant something… and this was it."