Stoned lady

It's called the Lady Stone. Standing beside the road, over eight feet tall, the menhir resembles a cloaked woman gazing towards the sea. It's said that people once would bow or doff their hats in passing.

Although this 'lady' is thin and grey I'm reminded of the poem (a triolet) by Frances Cornford called 'To a Fat Lady seen from the Train':

O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman whom nobody loves
Why do you walk through the fields in gloves
When the grass is as soft as the breast of doves
And shivering sweet to the touch?
O Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?

This callous little ditty (that presumes so much) evoked two poetic responses.

A.E.Houseman satirized it thus:
O why do you walk through the fields in boots,
Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman whom nobody shoots,
Why do you walk through the fields in boots,
When the grass is soft as the breast of coots
And shivering-sweet to the touch?

...while G.K.Chesterton reproached the writer:
Why do you rush through the fields in trains,
Guessing so much and so much.
Why do you flash through the flowery meads,
Fat-head poet that nobody reads;
And why do you know such a frightful lot
About people in gloves and such?

The cows looked thoughtful but give no opinion.

[The whole stone is [url=http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/312333]here.[/url]]