On Sunday I was allowed into the quarry on my own for the first time. It was a gloriously sunny day with crisp white snow underfoot. Magical. I got to wander around and just look and think for an hour and a half.
The stillness was only broken by stones running off and bird calls. I found tracks of animals scaling quite high mounds of stones. The landscape had a sense of otherness. A world apart.
I got to do want I’d wanted to do from the beginning. I walked into and stood in the heart of the hill. Figures appeared out of the rocks like carvings on Chartres Cathedral; opened up by quarrying, stone was seeing light for the first time.
