As proud as I may be of my Aberdeenshire heritage I never in my wildest dreams imagined myself living on an island on the west coast of Scotland – there’s the plague of midgies to contend with for a start – but for better or worse that’s where I have ended up —
So — when Helen unearthed a gem of info re the Stone of Destiny having spent some time just a few miles up the road in Dunstaffinage Castle just as I clouted a long stone lying flat in the grass with my brushcutter we thought we would do something different to mark our time here.
The north-west corner of our garden where the rocks are too close to the surface to leave room for much growth looked ripe for development. The weathered slate stone was no match for my mighty mattock and I soon had a Destiny Stone width groove ripped out to the required depth —
It was a case of – ‘if the Druids can do it – so can we’ —
Yoh! Not a lot by Cairn Holy standards Joseph but it’s a start 🙂