Maen Ceti; Great Stone of Sketty

Cefn Bryn overlooks Maen Ceti; a chambered cairn or burial tomb also known as Arthur’s Stone.  Maen Ceti or the ‘Great Stone of Sketty’ is one of the most well known dolmens in Wales.

The stone weighs between 25-30 tons. This capstone measures about 4 metres in length, over 2 metres tall and 2 metres in width.

It stands on a northward facing slope just below the crest of the northern end of the ridge-backed hill of Cefn Bryn stretching east from the Iron Age hillfort at Cilifor Top, north across Llanrhidian Sands and west to the mouth of the River Loughor or Afon Llwchwr where it flows into Carmarthen Bay.

To the north is the Loughor Estuary which separates Gower from Llanelli and Burry Port.
The hills skyline above the estuary are composed of rocks from the Upper Carboniferous, and mostly covered in green ferns and mountain grasses.

The hills are of the common land its where the animals roam and graze freely and it’s where the ground is hilly and fertile. This belt of rich farmland meets the north coast at a prominent, rounded hill with Iron Age fortifications around its summit.

Arthur’s Stone or Maen Ceti can be found on Cefn Bryn in the Gower Peninsula. This massive stone weighs over 25 tons and marks the site of two Neolithic burial chambers, dating from around 6000 years ago. The stone is one of Gower’s best known landmarks and has long been the subject of wonder.

Standing above the Estuary on Cefn Bryn, I feel the presence of this gigantic stone and wonder about the ancients who placed it here so many  thousands of years ago

For a long time, I believed that Arthur’s Stone is a feat of engineering similar to Stonehenge, where Neolithic people used very basic equipment to move the heavy stones into position and some were carried by glaciers during the last Ice Age.

Below the alter stones, you can see the pillar stones standing to create the burial chambers below and the smaller upright stones are there as support.

Arthur’s Stone measures 4 x 2 x 2 metres, but it was once much larger than this. A big piece of it, weighing 10 tons, broke off sometime around 1690 and can still be seen lying next to Arthur’s Stone today.

 The site of Arthur’s Stone was one of the first places to be protected under the Ancient Monuments Act of 1882.

This is my favourite place in the Gower.

References:

Barber, Chris., Mysterious Wales, Paladin Books, London W1X, 1987.

Hawkes, Jacquetta., A Guide To The Prehistoric And Roman Monuments In England And Wales, Cardinal, London, 1975.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cefn_Bryn

*The Gower Society, A Guide To Gower, The Publication Committee of The Gower Soc., (orig. prepared 1965. Edt. 1989).

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Happy Thanksgiving in America


Can you feel the weather changing? I can and it beginning to feel like the holidays here in Swansea Wales. And yes, of course it is raining! But nevertheless, yesterday I ventured out to visit the shops and they all have their Christmas decorations on now and they are so beautiful! It makes me want to start decorating.

Except when I returned to my car; I was handed a parking violation for going 30 minutes over my time limit! It’s a no wonder anyone can get any shopping done! It might be unfortunate, but those Christmas collectables might have to stay on the shelf a little longer. Maybe, Swansea could suspend parking violations in the Quadrant throughout the holidays. Is’t that a great idea? Well, we will we never know because I don’t think it will ever happen . So I will have to start from scratch with all my Christmas decorations purchase

The fact that I am even here in Swansea, it still simply amazes me. After all; who moves to Swansea from Texas? Hardly  anyone! At least that’s what everyone here tells me; especially if your a girl and from Dallas, Texas. It’s true I was born there and sometimes we just have to take a chance to see what will happen not really knowing what the outcomes might be. But now that I’m here in Swansea; and i love it here and I’d do it again.

Yesterday, it was Thanksgiving Day in America. Sometimes people ask me if I miss it. My reply is; “I miss people, but not things.” Besides I’m happy here with Jim and the doggies.  Some days the past is still a blur and there are future and still unwritten; I don’t think we are meant to know everything until it happens. I think anticipation demands that you look towards the future and take chances.

Although sometimes my emotions get in the way. Like the first time I arrived in the UK, landing at Heathrow…good heavens! I was so lost and overwhelmed with Gates and terminals only allowing access to certain trains, buses and taxi’s. Oh boy was I proved wrong whereas I thought Dallas/Ft. Worth International was big. Driving in Texas is so much easier because the roads are so wide; which makes it easier to get to all the shops to do your christmas shopping.

Christmas shopping in America is so much easier too!  The day after thanksgiving is Black Friday and the malls every where are  usually open by 7:00 A.M. in the morning and close at 12:00 P.M. during this  holiday week end.

Black Friday in America has lots of sales and buy-one-get-one free schemes. Plus, in Texas you don’t have to pay for parking and worry about how long you leave your car parked as long as you are shopping.

But I’m here in Swansea now and I love it and nothing seems to get in the way of reality. Some days I go from being over- confident and strong-willed, to warm and open-minded, to less tense and less apprehensive.
I love the beauty, it’s culture and its lovely history; even in its vastness and in spite of everything; I’ve always wondered if the destiny is a matter of chance or if due to forces unknown… Yes, I believe it is as real as we are only if we give a little, take chances of bits and pieces of dreams.

Making our ideals, desires, fears, memories; living the history. May it’s just my view looking out of window from an American girl from Texas, discovering Swansea.

Just me and Jim together is perfect; the way we’d found each other from the beginning, the way we always find the path in our particular universe.
 Where love us the the truth, or as close to the truth than I can say, certain things are beyond any understanding. All I know is you don’t have yo try so hard when you love someone so much.

Http://don’t-try-so-hard.myshopify.com where two creatures working as one unified body.
We were meant to be. Like two flames unite and blend into one.
 Something so big that never get fully describe, at least not in my lifetime, nor in eternity.

Happy Thanksgiving to all. I am thankful for my new family here in Wales and I love you all and miss my Kids, family and Friends in America.

Norbutt and Doris at Home

  
Everything in Wales has an influence to the nature of life; to its people, in that I find myself so close to earth. I think it was just a reason to be happy and so it seems to me that it’s more like a celebration of life and spirit; It’s why I love it here with Jim. 
We are in our new house. There is beautiful scenery and the one I love is here and it’s why I have chosen to stay and remain; perhaps a bit green, to be open to everything, and to be always ready to explore, discover and to stay naive. I love Swansea and The Gower. It’s scent and all the colours of hills dotted with white face sheep cover the wide open marshes. 

I will always have a need for the Beauty here and for Jim; that our life together will be like living on the edge of a cloud top in the mountains. As it were a vale of emeralds with its hills with our new sheep; Norbutt and Doris and wild blackberry bushes and the ancient oak trees everywhere, and in our new home; finally. 

The Wineburg House

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Together they found a home, it was more than a place to live. 

There they would prepare their feast, breaking bread together, partaking in the ritual wine ceremonies, as if going to church. 

To them it was like participating in a holy sacrament, feeding each other with a blessing of thanksgiving. 

And it was there in that house, it was there where their lives and love would unfold and multiplying the joy they would find in the ach others company. 

Of holding hands over the sheets in the morning for days and weeks and years to come. 

To wake up gently every morning, smiling, Grazing, watching, waking, laughing, working and sleeping, loving, living. 

It was a place where they were happy to repeat it again and again, so long as they were simply together in a place they called home.

Welsh Alder Tree

 


This tree, he hammered and forged life for me

Between the British border, those hot heads,
Half quenched in their youth,

Which we have overcome, they now just emerging from,

They can’t keep me from this country they built
No matter how universal, I’m tough,
Americans do not succumb to rough justice.

And now I will be always on the Welsh side,

The English side of the bridge.

With a loud croonings that can be heard
Voices, bleeding slow currents into the surrounding air,
Embracing and instilling a great Revival at last,

Let my blood spill over Wales, the blood cwtching this land 

It’s my choice, the choice is mine;

The indiscretion of becoming truly Welsh.


Photo: 

The Alder Tree is a traditional Celtic wood known for courage, adventurism and self-reliance. It is a selfless protector, especially against drowning and death and is a solid shield against curses and ill-omens. Associated with warriors and explorers it helps protect against conflict and prepare for unwanted intrusions. This may be due to its connection with the Welsh god Bran – Alder was his sacred tree and one of his main functions was as a defender, keeping enemies at bay.


Growing Family

  

So, we’ve decided to go house hunting… I guess that what new couples do; is to collaborate on making a new space together. 
Our newly made family is already quite large, with the two of us, two chihuahua’s and a feral cat; whom already seem to have utterly adopted me.  It certainly makes for one big happy family. 
I would like a fairly decent size house I think. My new husband seems to have a fairly large family as so I, so having a nice space for all Hearts, (my husband) hobbies as well as the visiting family, entertaining, and of course the doggies is a must. Heart collects clocks and photos, you know. He has piles of them. The other night I had a dream about moving his stuff…maybe it’s possible. 
Anyway the house we looked at today was four stories high, the steps up to the door, unattended, a bit looming, some were broken and covered in green ivy. If I’d wanted a tree house, I would have asked. 
The windows once were overflowing with people were ivy crept in and then turned back to peek out at the surrounding world. The overgrowth had curled around the steps as if cradling an injured soul, trying to protect it from further harm; filling the cracks as if to the greenery would try and heal them.
I don’t think that was the one; I’m not sure, but I think it had a dungeon even.  I told Heart; “can we please find one with a thatch roof built into a tree, that looks like a mushroom, you know, one of those traditional Victorian Welsh houses?” So we’re still looking… I don’t think it won’t be long now since we both agree on the style. 

Good Morning Wales – Day 3

  

Good Morning Wales 

There is a closeness I feel here in Wales, a kind of warmth and the absence of empty has created a mysterious intimacy in which we will never need to know privacy because it just exist here. 

Being here with you is the ultimate familiarity and of superior fate. 

When you already know the things that I love, but asking anyway; when you take me for long drives to the see the Gower, Oxwich Bay, Japanese Food, letting me prepare your breakfast, after letting me sleep in all morning; 

And when he brings me Daffodils; that’s when I have to say, “Good Morning Wales,” every morning and that’s why I love you.