It’s a good job I got a couple of pictures yesterday as it’s bucketing down today. I’m on my second set of waterproofs and there are still six hours of daylight to go.
A healthy lunch, Broccoli and Brie Bake. I made it myself, I also ate far too much and in retrospect should have omitted the sweated onion and garlic. Lunch done with I wandered up to the shop for milk and a paper, it was a real struggle walking against a gale. Luckily the Broccoli was fermenting well and I managed to produce enough wind to counteract the worst of the weather.
I noticed that the Burial Ground here is home to a Pictish Stone. These are pre-Christian carved stones and many are stunningly beautiful. This one isn’t, I‘ve seen better lintels and steps; I’ve seen more interesting motorway bridges.
Next to it half buried in the turf is a Cup Stone. There are lots of these and again they are ante-Christian. The ones I have seen before are a shallow cup surrounded by concentric circles carved into a lump of the surrounding landscape. The water in them is sacred and they cure all manner of afflictions. The one here cures warts.
It is a very basic cup stone, warts are, I suspect, it’s limit. They are purported never to dry out. Not surprising with the amount of sacred water falling from the heavens round here. I suspect this is a Victorian reproduction or an early Christian font.
I was in Altnaharra a few weeks ago and there are two or three in that area. I’ll track down a good one for a future post. One that cures serious afflictions like Cramp and Erectile Dysfunction. I recall a German lady camping at Altnaharra who had similar abilities and at a quarter of a mile, with a long lens, twice that distance. I bet she is back home now, her powers have diminished but not entirely. She was a proper faith healer. Perhaps I’ll give Cup Stones a miss. One can never be sure what is lurking in stagnant water.
I’ll get on with the crossword and no doubt get annoyed at the doings of some thieving politician.
Let’s hope for a better day tomorrow.