Places in Sketty- Singleton Park

Parc Singleton Sgeti (Welsh)

Near Wynberg House in Sketty Swansea is Vivian Road and Sketty Green.

The village of Sketty is centred on Sketty Cross which are the junction roads to Gower Road, Vivian Road, De-la-Beche and Dillwyn Road is the amazing historic Singleton Park.

When you enter Singleton Park from Gower Road in Sketty; there to the north is a walk that leads down a shallow green valley, it’s open to beautiful flanked trees belted by wide open rolling hills of green spaces.

Those along the east are ancient lime, horse chestnut, sweet chestnut and pine trees. To the west of the walk is the Gorsedd Circle of stones.

The stones are known as the Gorsedd Stone Circle. It was erected in Singleton Park, Swansea in 1925 for the National Eisteddfod of Wales’ Proclamation Ceremony.

To the south of the Gorsedd Circle, set in the bank below the east side of the old kitchens and gardens that once served the Vivian Copper Barons of Swansea. Just below is a semi-sunk, water wheel in a stone pit that brought the water up to the house.

There are orchards of trees on the bank; mainly horse chestnuts, sweet chestnuts and conifers. Their fruits have fallen, some still green into the shade labored underneath its branches.

A small stream bed, with some rocks, runs southwards to a damp area made into a bog garden. A gravel path winds along the slope.

Near the south side of the botanical garden are the footings of a stone wall, probably the remains of the south wall of the original Veranda garden.

A flight of concrete steps in the middle leads down to a path flanked by fastigiate yews and a gravel terrace with seats. On the south boundary is a fence and hedge.

All this was part of the Veranda House was first built in 1799-1800 on land which had been part of Gwerniddiff Farm, on the site of the farmhouse.

The Singleton Estate as it had now become had amalgamated some 12 farms to amass 250 acres. By 1851 the Walled Garden had become the kitchen and flower garden that once served the needs of the Vivian family.

The property where the Botanical Garden is now of 44 acres includes the garden grounds, and former Vivian plantation. The seeds that were planted have sown, taken root in soil lined essays and poetry of the earth; Tended to with great care.

In 1847 John Henry Vivian purchased Veranda House for his son Henry Hussey Vivian and his wife Jessie. Within a year Jessie had died after giving birth to their son.

Henry was distraught and resolved not to live in the house and by 1853 only the estate lodge remained, the principal part of Veranda having been dismantled. St Paul’s Church Sketty, was built as a memorial to Jessie.

The approach is the main and service drives from the north, a branch from the main drive leading to a small, rectangular walled garden to the west.

There are grounds to the north of the house that remain today and a narrow garden area, bounded by a wall, to the south. To the south of there was a rectangular orchard.

  • The old Veranda garden wall was retained, but a bigger area of c. 5 acres was enclosed to its north by a high; a curving wall, most of which remains today with a round tower.
  • The inner (Veranda) walled garden survived until at least 1914. It was situated on the area now occupied by the gardeners of the botanical garden. Its north wall is incorporated into the walled garden.

    The footings of the garden’s south wall have been found in a flowerbed in the botanical garden.

    The modern Swansea botanical garden has been developed on the part where the old Veranda House and Singleton Farm is now thanks to the Vivian Family.

    Singleton park was originally part of the Vivian family Estate, which was purchased by Swansea County Borough Council in 1919 for use as a public park.

    This is where I walk almost everyday. It is so beautiful I had to find out how it all became this and wanted to share the wonders of this place.

    The brilliant legacy of Singleton will never fade. A fragile memory still lingers here in the colors of the trees and in the People who once call it home.



    Dainty by Shelley

    Up in Staffordshire, England at the Foley’s it was a place where they first made the Dainty. It is a teacup pattern by Shelley. One of the most beautiful and amazing pieces of pottery I have ever seen.

    This is just one pattern incredible beauty was earlier known as Wileman & Co; a name they had been originally known as. Then they became the Foley Potteries originally before they were acquired by Shelley.

    The first Shelley to join the company was Joseph Ball Shelley in 1862 and in 1896 his son Percy Shelley became the sole proprietor.

    In the late Victorian period the Art Nouveau, The Foley potteries began making this style of pottery. Many other potteries were to make this design. It was so extremely popular, that Foley had to Patten the name Shelley.

    Others potters follow this design like Paragon, Queen Anne, Melba and Aynsley. But Shelley is probably best known for this very fine bone china “Art Deco” ware of the inter-war years and post-war fashionable tea ware.

    Rowland Morris was a ceramic designer who actually created the Dainty cup shape for Percy Shelley.

    This shape became the popular, especially in the USA after the 2nd World War, remaining in the Shelley family continuing in production until the takeover in 1966 by Allied English Potteries.

    Over the years Shelley Pottery has been the icon of English Fine Bone China even though the Dainty has not been made since the 1960’s.

    Its china and earthenware products were many and varied with the major output of tea ware.

    The Shelley pieces remains to be quite a collectible as well as sought after with those who want to take their tea with refined discerning Victorian decadence.

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    Satsuma Plate

    Japanese Satsuma Pottery in Gosu blue Satsuma: produced in limited quantity in Kyoto in the mid-nineteenth century; pieces with over- or under-glaze containing minerals such as cobalt or asbolite. Very collectible.

    This process gives the hue and a more vivid quality to these delicate beautiful hand painted images.

    Delft Blue Retro

    If you love blue and white…then you are going to like this sugar dispenser.

    Vintage Antique Delfts Blauw Sugar Shaker and Dispenser Metal Pour Spout Blue Delfts. Made in Holland.

    This is a vintage sugar dispenser with metal top pour spout. It is marked delft blauw hand painted.

    In good working condition. Wonderfully retro and fun way to add sugar to your tea or coffee.

    What a treasure!


    How beautifully fragile

    We all are

    And how something

    So tragic can happen

    That it alters us

    In a single moment

    Changing us

    Who we are


    Prayers for Las Vegas

    Saruman, the Last Waltz….from The Lord of the Rings

    Saruman AKA Christopher Lee.

    Saruman AKA Christopher Lee.

    Sir Christopher Frank Carandini Lee, English actor, singer and author. Lee initially portrayed villains such as Saruman in The Lord of the Rings passes after 70 years in the film industry. His macabre will be missed. Born: May 27, 1922 in London, passed on Sunday Jun 07, 2015.

    Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women
    There’s a shoulder where Death comes to cry
    There’s a lobby with nine hundred windows
    There’s a tree where the doves go to die
    There’s a piece that was torn from the morning,
    And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost

    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
    I want you, I want you, I want you
    On a chair with a dead magazine
    In the cave at the tip of the lilly,
    In some hallway where love’s never been
    On a bed where the moon has been sweating,
    In a cry filled with footsteps and sand

    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    Take its broken waist in your hand

    This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
    With its very own breath of brandy and Death
    Dragging its tail in the sea

    There’s a concert hall in Vienna
    Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
    There’s a bar where the boys have stopped talking
    They’ve been sentenced to death by the blues
    Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
    With a garland of freshly cut tears?

    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    Take this waltz, it’s been dying for years

    There’s an attic where children are playing,
    Where I’ve got to lie down with you soon,
    In a dream of Hungarian lanterns,
    In the mist of some sweet afternoon
    And I’ll see what you’ve chained to your sorrow,
    All your sheep and your lillies of snow

    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    With its “I’ll never forget you, you know!”

    This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
    With its very own breath of brandy and Death
    Dragging its tail in the sea

    And I’ll dance with you in Vienna
    I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise
    The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
    My mouth on the dew of your thighs
    And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
    With the photographs there, and the moss
    And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty
    My cheap violin and my cross
    And you’ll carry me down on your dancing
    To the pools that you lift on your wrist
    O my love, o my love
    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    It’s yours now. It’s all that there is

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    The Journal of… An American Girl in Wales 

    Alan Lee illustration from ‘The Dream of Rhonabwy’, from ‘The Mabinogion’

    The Beginnng of the Return

    It’s funny how life changes all around you when you know your are loved. There’s a certain confidence when you become part of someone’s other half.

    The way you greet me in your arms with a warm smile, asking what’s wrong when I give you a certain look.  It was to be different this time. “What is wrong, Are you alright?” I asked. He just looked away and sighed, wiping a tear away from his cheek. tell me what is wrong.” I had just informed him I had to go back to America for a few weeks. His heart was pierced, so was mine. 

    Finally, he turned to me and reached around my, holding his hand on my back, but he pulled back and shook his head. “I know how much you love me, I’m so happy you came into my life. It’s not easy being apart even just for a few weeks.

    My eyes became wide and I shook my head at him. “Darling it will get better soon enough, please just be patient with me!” I hugged him before I left for Texas and began to sob into his chest, not wanting him to leave him. We both cried. 

    He wiped the tears from my eyes and I gave him one last kiss on his cheek, then getting up. “I’ll miss your close company that you brought every day.”

    We got up and he gave me a quick hug, not saying a word, drove me to the terminal and walked away leaving him standing there alone. 

    The silence on the way to the airport was even more heartbreaking. I left him standing there, as I looked through the glass doors and sighed, gut wrenching; walking to my gate, grabbing my journal and a pen. 

    For some reason, whenever I picked up the pen, I felt tingles in my body, which I just assumed was a coincidence. It was the same monte blanc pen you gave me and the same pink moleskin journal you gave me for Christmas. 

    Yes, I picked up a pen because I seemed familiar and comforting in that moment while I was sitting there waiting for my flight. They had become my companions. Although a slight ease from the pain of our separation. 

    I opened up my journal and clicked open the pen, pushing it to the pad. Carefully, I wrote in the best handwriting I could, even though it didn’t matter because no one else would see it. It read:

    “Today, my heart was in despair when i left Wales. In the last Six months, this one person that I love him so much and I just wish that there was a way that we could still be together. If I could I would do anything to have that change to be with him.

    But alas, I don’t believe that there is anything that I can do, but follow the rules So, I guess I will have to live with a broken heart for a while until I return to my beloved. 

    Just then, it hit me and I nearly fell off of my chair, dropping my pen. I cringed in pain. 

    Suddenly, I paused and looked to my journal, walking over and reading over my writing again. 

    Then, I looked at the pen and shook my head. “This can’t be real.” I picked up the pen, and I realised my world can be resolved by with pen in hand. I knew what I needed to do and made a list of things that needed to happen before I could return. 

    And now it’s been a few weeks, the list is almost completed, but most of all; I had a chance to write it all down, otherwise I might have never been able to return to you.