My son, give me your heart

At least I think that's the translation. I'm not sure if it's referring to the fact that the gravestone is dedicated to a father (which it is), or to the Holy Father, or both.

Just one of several very detailed and amazing well preserved stones in the cemetery of the ruined Appin Old Parish Church, Kinlochlaich.

It was a very drizzly day. H and I lounged about in the morning, and then we headed up to the Castle Stalker Cafe, followed by a quick trip to the cemetery (damp-loving vegetation in the extra) and then the nearby garden centre. Or maybe I should call it a nursery as it's not the kind of place that has a gift shop and cafe. And then a long drive home.