The Roosters Stone Hutch.

Around the Roosters Stone Hatch

I called it a conch (but it wasnt)
It was more like an opened clam (but it wasnt)
It held a whole separate existance withinand sat on my Aunt Judy's dressing table at Rylett road where she stayed with us for a while
to the chords of Lonnie Donegan & Elvis
.I saw it again fifteen years later & was gob~smacked to find it was smaller than a cup & saucer.

a second cave in which to stop time.

One of the drinking water buts, the iron~water from the well doesn't taste as tasty.

Tom Atkinsons litter, from when the garden was walled, start of the 70's
( the other side of the water butt and parallel to the front of the cottage)

home for old Ma Rooster (200 years ago)

Around the other side of the wall containing the above dwelling, cutting down many brambles, freeing up the long neglected dog rose & and holding it down so's it doesent get blown down in the 55mph winds.

The cottage, older than the records in Haverford West museum.
With new velux windows.

Ashes that continualy come back after being cut down, and will be "pruned" again and treated with rock salt in the spring.

With a glimpse of part of the enormously overgrown shrubbery, glowing desparately in the background.

 

& at a 180 degree turnabout
The start of a vegetable garden, in what was the old walled rose garden.

Aydin Humphries Autumn 2020

Chris Lonergan, Spring 1973

My father with his "Merry Tiller"by the extinct Ty-bach, ouside toilet in the very same area, 1970.

& was swiftly moved to the nearby undergrowth,
It seemed very young ~ hope it is alright.

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