As I walk through my mountain forests I often come across impressive examples of the past power of geological events. I also often see things that I can’t explain.
This mighty rock rests upright, halfway up the sides of one of my spring gullies. It is too imperious to be ‘decorated’ with moss as lesser rocks are, mainly restricting it to its feet.
But how did that small separate rock get up there on its top? And stay there?
It has sat there, like a wren on an elephant’s head, for the thirty years I’ve been here.