Rosehill Quarry Swansea

The Last Of The Annual Cockling.

Here’s the final tiny quick sketches I did in my little leather-bound sketchbook on Sunday. I was at Rosehill Quarry’s annual meet-up to tidy the Cretan Labyrinth. Each year the edges need to be recut, the old trampled cockle shells removed and new ones laid. The labyrinth was cut in 1987 when Swansea’s Rosehill Quarry wasContinue reading “The Last Of The Annual Cockling.”

More From The Annual Cockling.

A couple of very quick little sketches from the annual labyrinth maintenance at Rosehill Quarry. I had to work quickly because people moved fast. Very good practice though

The Annual Cockling.

Back in 1987 a Labyrinth was cut into the turf in Swansea’s Rosehill Quarry, a unique urban wildlife park. It was installed by Bob Shaw and local author and pre-historian Dewi Bowen. It’s based on an ancient Cretan design and the incised path is filled with crushed cockle shells that are a by-product of the localContinue reading “The Annual Cockling.”

Mucking Around

I need to loosen up with paint. I’m happy to sit and doodle for ages with a pen or pencil into my sketchbook, without bothering what I end up with. But as soon as I get the paints out, I seize up. I pressurise myself to do something “proper”. The other thing I don’t doContinue reading “Mucking Around”

Scribbling And Song In The Old Quarry

Lockdown is easing and things are starting to happen. Husb and I went to Rosehill Quarry at tea time to listen to Swansea folk musician, Angharad Jenkins, perform her recent song about the Quarry. It was a lovely sunny and warm Spring afternoon and Angharad sang to a group of local people of all agesContinue reading “Scribbling And Song In The Old Quarry”

The Labyrinth

Today, Husb and I went to help with the annual maintenance at the labyrinth in Rosehill Quarry, installed back in 1987 by Bob Shaw and Dewi Bowen. It’s based on an ancient Cretan design and is cut into the grass, the incised path filled with crushed cockle shells that are a by-product of the localContinue reading “The Labyrinth”

Love And The Labyrinth

It was a bright, sunny, though cold, afternoon and Husb and I strolled up the hill to Rosehill Quarry to walk the labyrinth. It’s based on an ancient Cretan design and is cut into the grass, the incised path filled with crushed cockle shells that are a by-product of the local seafood industry. It’s anContinue reading “Love And The Labyrinth”