Time is not a line but a dimension like the dimensions of space. The three vectors of space showing changes in terms of distance and height. Time records changes through history and hints at what may lay ahead in the future.
We stopped at a viewpoint next to an interpretation board
headed ‘Ripples Through Time’. Before
us, the ground dropped sharply, 20m to 30m, into an old quarry. It’s bottom covered with greenery and
grasses, shrubs and skeletal trees. In
spring and summer months alkaline loving wildflowers such as Scabious and Bee
Orchids would add colourful splashes along with Common Daisies, Birdsfoot
Trefoil and Meadow Buttercups.
Dominating the quarry floor was a rounded grey rocky
mass. Off to the left a former quarry
wall exhibited thin interbedded limestone and mudstone layers dipping off to
the west.
Delineating the quarries far edge were thorny bushes, trees,
and green painted palisade fencing.
Beyond a low-lying housing estate stretched away like a sea of brown and
grey covering the local landscape. On
the far western horizon the land rose once again to another wooded hill.
‘Let us look at our journey so far’, our guide announced.