Solitary

Took a detour on the way home to get a closer look at the standing stone on Pencraig Brae. Been meaning to for ages.

You catch a glimpse of the stone as you're driving down the old A1, but you have to clump across a ploughed field (most of which is now on my shoes, I think) to get nearer to it. I'm fascinated by stuff like this, but try not to get too Julian Cope about it all.

It's such an exposed spot, the wind was really blasting across the field - threatening to knock me over, while blowing away the remnants of the working week.