One of my favourite figures in the town. Mary looks down with Blessing, Prayers and Peace. The hands are cupped in the classic Albrecht Durer fashion; her clothes and demeanour glow with Motherhood, both caring and watching; the baldachin both frames her and protects her, but supports the church behind. The roof forms a crown for her Love and celebrates her. But her arms are struggling under the weight of age and need repair, or they will be lost. She has been here since 1843.