The Stones

Dense mist wreathed the coast all day and even though I delayed my walk until the evening it still hung heavy over the sea. The fog warning siren in the invisible harbour was lowing like a melancholy cow twice every minute, accompanied by the chiming of the bell buoy.

Then I spied this little songster perched atop these Stones and so, hoping that the Celtic Sea would Not Fade Away completely I thought it would be a good reason to complement Secret Garden's blip today (and it appears they had beautifully clear weather in Ireland.)

The fallen stone represents Brian Jones, naturally.
(Maybe the robin is his reincarnation.)