A Short Visit to Skewen
My editor, Penny Thomas, and Zillah were camera-shy, but here are Simon Hicks and his wife Lorraine (who is a portrait artist),
as well as various members of the Skewen reading group. They meet at lunch-time once a month, and although the library is officially closed, the librarian kindly lets them meet there during her lunch-hour.
There were some good questions from Paul and the group and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Thank you Skewen library.
I arrived at Neath mid-afternoon, and finding I had a couple of hours to spare went for a short walk (around three miles) to see Neath Abbey. It was typical South Wales weather: drizzle and fog,
which made the Autumn colours bright
and gave the ruins a suitably mysterious air.
Everywhere I go in Wales there seems to be an old grey-stoned ruin of some sort: usually an old Norman castle on the top of a hill, but sometimes, like this one, an old monastery
with its remnants of Norman arches
and ectoplasmic plainsong dripping in the undercroft
fractured by uprisings
incongruous and crumbling, reminding the modern world that all things pass.