Author Archives: williamheath

We celebrated commissioning of the Roundhill Barn renewables 27 June, with special guests. We were very happy to welcome from Zaragoza, Spain Alejandro del Amo, and Isidro Berdascas from Abora Solar. Alejandro is the company founder and inventor of the … Continue reading →

Photos by Kelston Laureate Jon Hamp

The late May Bank hols saw two back to back celebrations at off-grid Roundhill Barn. This was the first major test of our renewables installation, which combines hybrid photo-voltaic thermal panels with large battery backup. From a power consumption point … Continue reading →

It’s May and it’s beautiful. People are getting engaged on Kelston Roundhill, celebrating marriages in Roundhill Barn, and also remembering bereavement. These are important occasions that should be beautiful and memorable, and need to be appropriately handled. Can we remind … Continue reading →

The levelled camp sites network of paths are looking cosy and fab among the spring wildflowers. This is better than any Chelsea Flower Show: no crowds, no bacon rolls, peace and quiet. The day was warm enough that it was … Continue reading →

Roundhill Barn and Kelston clump, Fri 18 May 2024 Cheerful noises up on the hill today as local schoolchildren from Saltford CofE Primary managed the 2-3 miles and 650 foot climb to hold their assembly on Kelston Roundhill. It’s one … Continue reading →

Cut up like birthday cake  The light beneath birds on Spring morning. Pink light of new dawn holds them up. Perfect silhouettes. All set against a day not fully formed as yet idly haiku scrawled across by passing jet. Comet … Continue reading →

This has been brewing for months: a new renewables installation at Roundhill Barn that opens the way to zero-emissions events and extends a warm welcome to every season. The beautiful, discreet installation provides electricity and hot water from innovative hybrid … Continue reading →

By Jon Hamp Kestrel pinned at still pointto limestone strata sky Watch the walkers make the crestand let the old year die.

Corrugated iron Autumn fields.Flat brown doors of earthopen south. A tattered cloak of crows pulls fast for the woods to bury evensong.I mime along to their twilight choir(but know the words are wrong) The soft smell of damp light fadingon … Continue reading →