This is another of the ‘Nature Keepers’ oak sculptures.
The Nature Keepers project has been led by Bridgend County Borough Council, working together with local community groups.
They add interest to our beauty spots, and with the accompanying poetry, they capture the imagination of younger visitors by interweaving mythology into the sites.
Their aim is to spark an emotional connection to our green spaces, and so encourage people to visit as well as care more for them.
The Nature Keepers were carved out of Welsh oak by local sculptor Dai Edwards.
This sculpture although the "Keeper of the Beach" can be seen in a park, however, it is very close to the beach, and depicts a child by a sandcastle and holding a seashell.
It is in a small park area in one of the biggest caravan parks in the UK.
"Trecco Bay" and its smaller, sister, and now empty "Sandy Bay" were once very popular as a low-cost holiday getaway for people of the Area.
During the last week of July and the first week of August, what used to be known as "The Miners Fortnight" (now replaced simply by summer holiday) they would be almost exclusively used by miners and their families from the local valleys.
Sandy Bay was very much for smaller mobile caravans with the larger more permanent type being in Trecco Bay.
Now Trecco Bay is run by a big holiday company who have done much to upgrade, modernise and develop the site, however, the cost now of a holiday or to site your own mobile home is no longer low-cost with new mobile homes costing anything upwards from £80,000, not very much lower than the value of those valley houses once owned/rented by the miners.
Keeper of the Beach.
“I am the beach, its story I have kept
for I am the Keeper but long have I slept.
Here there are footsteps printed in sand,
Here is a dimple scooped out of the land,
Here all is one,
I am the beach.
I am a photograph, snap shot of time,
Poetry on paper without any rhyme.
I am your childhood, barefoot once again,
Sunburnt in summer, soaked through in the rain.
I am a playground cradled by the land,
Backdrop of open sea, carpet of sand.
I am a kingdom where castles are built,
Battling the tides and their armies of silt.
I am a pit stop where waves change tack,
Jelly fish terminus, lost bladderwrack.
I am a seascape where white horses play,
The ripple of sand which is washed every day.
I am a treasure trove, shells and stones,
A mystery landscape of mobile homes.
I am a pocket studded with rocks.
Roll up your trousers, take off your socks.
I am a souvenir trapped between your toes,
Winds from far away tugging at your clothes,
Message in a bottle, just out of reach,
A wave of words calling, I am the beach.”