I
live and work in an isolated farmhouse up above the cliffs near St. Just
in West Penwith.
The
peninsula juts out from the South Western tip of Britain into the North
Atlantic..
The
workshop is in the middle of this rock-strewn landscape. Winter storms
lay most vegetation low. Heathers, gorse and bracken survive, granite
is everywhere. Along the cliff abandoned tin mines break the skyline.
Stone structures, some 4,000 years old quietly dominate the landscape.
Megalithic sites are numerous in West Penwith. This part of Britain is
a place apart.
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