Tag Archives: Pontyberem

Top Heavy

22 Apr

Clos Teg

Back to hunting wild megaliths across the out-of-the-way places in West Wales today, in intermittent drizzle. Our first call was to the Clos Teg standing stone in a field a bit north of Pontyberem. Clos Teg means beautiful, or fair, close. According to local legends, the stone was placed in its current position by the Gods of the Druids and another says that it was put there by giants and finally that it commemorates the site of an ancient battle.

We walked up an incredibly muddy and narrow path to find the stone, then the field opened up in front of us and there it stood, about half way across. It’s solid and massive but strangely top heavy and the ancient packing stones are visible around its base, like the Tyn Y Selar stone in Margam we saw last week. Dewi reckons the months of torrential rain we had over the winter might have washed away the topsoil and exposed them.

I’m travelling around South West Wales with archaeologist Dewi Bowen who is researching his new book on Neolithic / Bronze Age monuments. His previous book on the stones of Ancient Siluria (South East Wales) can be found here. Accompanying us is film maker Melvyn Williams who is recording a documentary about our experiences. Some of Melvyn’s short films can be seen here. I’m currently working on a series of expressive drawings of ancestral sites and if you want to see some of my other artworks, please click here.


Stones, Slurry, Sun

25 Feb


This morning was bright, sunny and cold and I took off with archaeologist Dewi Bowen and film maker Melvyn Williams for a second day  following the trail of Bronze Age monuments across West Wales. We had a trek up Mynydd Llangyndeyrn, between the villages of Pontyberem and Crwbin to see a magnificent standing stone; a stone circle at the top of the mountain, with an extraordinary 360 degree vista; and a hike through liquid slurry (think The Bog of Eternal Stench) for two sub-Megalithic burial chambers. It was very rugged and very cold but I did 5 drawings en plein air.

And now I’m cwtched at home under a blanket with a purring Sparta Puss on my lap, a hot dinner and lashings of tea. More drawings tomorrow.

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