One of the sculptures I most regret never seeing, 'Vigil' stood at the start of that long dead-end road on the shoulder of Carron Crag. Sometimes referred to as 'Woven Sculpture', it looks an atmospheric piece in pictures, and Patricia Leighton describes it on her website:

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"Vigil is a site-specific sculpture installation; three mixed-media constructions installed in an avenue of fir trees. Materials: oak, sisal, birch and beech."

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In his book 'Never Mind the Quantocks', Stuart Maconie mentions the piece, describing it as being;

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"...located deep in the heart of the forest and seemingly part of it at first, a skein of fabric and wood hung high in a tree that, as the artist says, 'feels as if it purposefully belongs to its placing in the landscape, emitting a sense of timelessness... monumentality and mystery'.

This may sound like the sort of thing artists always say, but it pefectly sums up how I felt about Vigil when I first saw it on a gloomy November afternoon."

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Nothing gloomy about the photograph to the left, which is taken from the Grizedale Archive. You can almost smell the birch.

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Also by this artist:

Silurian Cant 1986