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St Brigids Crosses were a piece made and planted to walk through and make visual just a fraction of the unseen thousands of meadow flora and fauna species we loose each time an area like this is cut down, dug up and filled with concrete. Those species do not simply move to inhabit the next area of nature which has its own inhabitants. These areas provide a wildlife corridor without which other areas become depleted in themselves. Each new construction means that sources of food for birds and pollinators, nests for herons, grass snakes, thrushes, bats, beetles is lost. This is an area which has not been cultivated for many many years. It has been left and allowed to rewild to provide thousands of square meters of scrub so vital for butterflies, small birds, mammals and insects. A point strongly made strongly by Iolo Williams in his public plea to Velindre to make a better choice for people, patients and planet.

This is a public space where through the events and activities and art that have taken place many other people have been moved to tell us their individual stories, often of respite, sometimes of struggle. This was a calm place, accessible within walking distance of their homes and the nearby Hollybush Estate where people have no gardens.

Those who visited during the St Brigids Crosses installation were very touched and sympathetic. We met a lovely man who was really upset that the place he came to walk with his wife, sadly deceased a year ago and where he now comes to play with his grandchildren will be gone. Somewhere that feels wild and reminds him of his home in Africa. He tells his grandchildren often about how the birds and the creatures are his neighbours, so much so that his youngest grandson thinks that he really lives there in the bushes and that the meadows are really Africa his grandson believes that his house is just somewhere he comes to wash and do those things he cant do in the bush. He wanted to help plant the crosses. That made three of us that day planting one line each. A holy trinity, a celtic three. After "The National "online news article many people wanted to come and see for themselves but although the crosses were not in one of the restricted areas they were all ripped up and confiscated after only one and a half days. Although I asked for them back I was refused.  

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The tree felling, ground clearance and the destruction of this space is heartbreaking. Species loss happens right here all the time not just in distant rainforests. This cohesive outpouring of effort, personal transformation and authentic, spontaneous, creativity is also something that should not be lost.