Stones

I found this small painted stone in the grass on the banks of the River Dee near Crathes Castle. If I was any kind of writer I'd maybe use this as a spur or jumping off point for some kind of short story or other. I'd extrapolate out and away from it and just keep writing. I'm not though, so I won't. I've just photographed a stone and then left it where I'd found it. A lost keepsake, a memorial, a precious item thrown away in a moment of anger or betrayal, something else? I'll never know.

Yesterday I came across these painted stones arranged by the  rear entrance to the Boathouse in SQ. A quite different message.