Pentre Ifan.

One of my favourite places to go when I was a boy, was the rugged landscape of the Preseli hills with their bluestone outcrops that protrude from the earth like the bones of dragons.  A remnant of the volcanic mountains they used to be.  This area hums with an energy that is as strong today as it was in the days of our long dead ancestors who erected such monuments as the famous stonehenge.  Indeed, stones from this very area were transported hundreds of miles to be used within that great monument of ancient man.  Here however I present an ink and watercolour study of Pentre-Ifan, a Cromlech in the county of my birth that once was but the entrance to a larger communal burial mound.