This is what the Burrows looked like today. Looks quite tranquil, but I can tell you, it was bitterly cold, with a ferocious gale blowing.
I managed to find shelter in a hollow among the stones, before braving the full blast of the Atlantic wind on the open beach.
I tried to measure out a labyrinth site, but got tangled up in my cord, lashing fiercely around my legs. A couple of dog walkers pretended not to notice me. I am an artist, I wanted to shout out to them, but the words couldn’t get out of my mouth.
They are playing golf out there. They must be mad!
I have admitted temporary defeat. It is far too cold. Also, I found out yesterday that to make a classical 7-ring labyrinth would take about 3 tons of stone…. I think my slaves (family) might be a little rebellious.