ah, it's a rock

but not just any rock.

This rock was aquired from Irvine harbour one day last summer, by my niece. We'd gone down to the beach for the day, one of the handful of days where you could get a bit of sun on your body, it was a rubbish summer in Ayrshire last year.

After having a dip in the water, the making of sand animals, ice creams etc, we set about on walking back up towards town, ooccasionally stopping along the way, watching some young loonies trying to swim from one side of the harbour to the other whilst the current dragged them ever closer to the sea, the little one informed me of her new hobby of rock collecting, her hands clasping round several large rocks.
" oh aye" said I.
"i'm taking them home to make a rock garden" I was informed.

realising how new this hobby was, I said "you think you'll manage to carry them all the way home"
"YES"!
"m'kay"

so on we headed...about 10 yards or so

"can you hold these?"

A-HA, I knew it! I succumbed to the butter wouldn't melt face, and into the bag the three rocks went, alongside wet towels and bottles of water to make a combined weight even Atlas would envy.

A little up the road came the plea,
"my legs are tired"
the butter had melted, the donkey would buckaroo, my screwed, up sweat stained face informed her. I managed through asthmatic like breath to tell her, "we've not far to walk" and on she skipped.

To most folk this is just a rock, to me it's a memory of that day, one I'll cherish for the rest of my life. Where this rock came from I'll never know, but for a time, it'll be K's and mine to look after.


Oh, and it comes in handy as a door stop ;)