On a neatly cropped lawn, facing away from Solstice Park on the outskirts of Amesbury, a giant man rests on his knees, hands outstretched, pleading to the skies.
His bald head catches the sunlight. His vast back and bulbous shoulders reflect in the windows of the Holiday Inn, where old ladies and businessmen eat chicken salads and sip their Pinot Grigios.
This is The Ancestor.
Guardian of the park.
Conduit to Amesbury’s past.
The Ancestor is the gatekeeper at the threshold between the 7500 year old ancient settlement and this temple of 21st Century fast food franchises.
He is the link between ancient druidic worship structures and the Golden Arches. He is a 22ft tessellated steel attempt to replace what is lost in the landscape.
Extract above by Gareth E. Rees on Unofficial Britain.
