Land Art

I looked up from my computer this morning and saw this picture on my calendar.  What can you see?  An ammonite curled in on itself, a maze leading you stone by stone to its centre.  The entrance with large stones on smaller ones, reminds me of a cromlech with the large capstone balanced on smaller orthostats.

This land art by Jon Foreman was set out on Newgale Sands, Pembrokeshire, a place I know well, for here I would stop on a long drive from Bath and let Moss out for run, we would climb the hill behind the beach and look out on the grey sea.  This sea which at high tide would come in breaching the great bank of stones, would flood the road, making it impassable to Haverfordwest, the water swirling over to the summer campsite on the opposite side and drowning it.

See how the tide creams up against it in its destructive force, Foreman is giving us stories to think about as we look down.  What am I thinking about?  I see Europe drowning under the waves of refugees, but applaud Germany and Poland for taking them in.  They do not niggle like our government but act with kindness and courage.  Sod all dictators.