I like stones, and occasionaly take them home with me - which probably stems from reading Molloy. Anyway, I found this one in the Pass of Killiecrankie, but I thought it was a bit heavy to lug all the way back to the car so I put it down and photographed it before starting on the steep ascent. However, I suddenly felt I had to take it anyway, and it now sits on my window ledge. I don't usually give them names, but I call it 'In the country of the blind'.