Ullswater

Place Fell 
A new swim spot to us. My friend and I finished off at work and headed down to Glenridding to meet with an old colleague for a swim down in her bit of the lake. It was a lot warmer than our end and lovely to have a change of backdrop but it didn’t feel quite as clean.

I’ve been inconsolable for much of the day having realised that I seem to have lost the necklace that my husband bought me … https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2875145717742046466
A bad day to lose it as it is the anniversary of the Diamond Jubilee which still feels like a pretty traumatic memory and this has, bizarrely, punched me right back there. I took it off with my earrings when we went to swim last Friday and I found the earrings but no sign of the necklace. Ironic after commenting on Arachne’s blip about the heft of objects. 
The tangible thing that connects us to the no longer tangible. 
In my searching for a picture I came across some old writing that I did years ago …

Stone Skimming 

"... right, best of 3 ..."
"... ok, you're on ..."
I picked up a good palm sized flat stone and gave it the best low flick of the wrist I could muster and watched it as it hit the water and then made a long, long, timeless flight across time, before hitting the water again and disappearing into the peaty depths.
"Did you see that? How about that ...?" I exclaimed triumphantly ...
"What do you mean?" you said ... " it was only two skims"
"But the length of it ... surely ... that makes it a winner ... you never said anything about the number of skims ...", I replied indignantly, as I sensed a shifting of the goal posts here.
"Right", I said, with a certain, I-mean-business air ..."Right then ..."
I searched and found another good, medium weight, nice and smooth round to ovalish shaped stone, a lovely pinkish hue, a time-worn, water-worn volcanic bomb. I kissed it and quietly whispered, "Remember the forces that bought you here from deep below this earth crust".
I flicked it free and it skimmed, and skimmed, and skimmed ....
"One ...two ... three ... four, five, six, seven ... TEN ... it was TEN ... it was ... AT LEAST ...", I shouted excitedly.
"Yeah, right", and you threw your head back and laughed, and looked at me as if you had always loved me ... for as long as time, from as long ago as that round to ovalish, pinkish, softly eon-long-weathered stone had risen from deep within the earth to land here at this place, to join us at this point, now, at this time.
I watched the stone return to the darkness and our voices echoed away with the ripples and faded to a profound, earth deep, eternal silence.