Tranquillity of an abandoned ancient quarry in West-Wales.
Climbing through the fence and finding this, forbidden, secluded spot felt like walking into a cathedral and reminded me of a poem by Dylan Thomas; Being but Men.
"We walked into the trees afraid, letting our syllables be soft for fear of waking the rooks".
oil paint
£2,750
Loading
Tranquillity of an abandoned ancient quarry in West-Wales.
Climbing through the fence and finding this, forbidden, secluded spot felt like walking into a cathedral and reminded me of a poem by Dylan Thomas; Being but Men.
"We walked into the trees afraid, letting our syllables be soft for fear of waking the rooks".
oil paint
14 day money back guaranteeLearn more