Love this little tale of a socially distanced picnic at a socially distanced stone, and Kirsty’s imagined history.
From the Canmore information: strange that the stone’s 1855 name appears to have been lost in less than a generation. Gouklan – Gowk’s lann – “Fool’s enclosure” seems befitting the larger structure noted in 1855. “Druid’s Stone” seems way too generic for such a beauty!
“You’ll probably be disappointed when you see it”, said Meg. I assured her that was not going to be the case; I was very much looking forward to our outing and the object of this walk.
We were a small group comprising myself and my brother, my sister-in-law and 11-year-old niece, and my sister-in-law’s parents. An intergenerational group. I was the only one of the group who had never been to our destination before, so I was being taken by five guides.
We walked from the house. It was late morning on a warm summers’ day when we stepped out onto the tarmacked pavement, carrying rucksacks or bags containing food and drink for a picnic. We walked north. After passing a neat row of houses we were out of the town, following the road up a gentle hill.
After a short distance, another road branched off to our left and…
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