On the way to Ben Nevis


We came upon the Wishing Stone, or Samuel's Stone. At certain times of the year it is supposed to "turn thrice" and if you can witness the moment you can ask it any question. Hmm that was no pebble, I think I could have lain full length if someone was kind enough to give me a "leg up", so I should think most people would be lost for words or afraid of being ground to mush, but I ran my fingers over its ridges and made a wish anyway.


I took its photo and turned to continue walking but couldn't help looking back, a little twinge of disappointment that there was no rumble or crunching of stone.
Not a peep.

But, maybe, when the night comes and all is still
and moonbeams dance in the midnight chill...
a creak,
a groan
once
twice
Thrice...

Who knows! I might tell you if my wish is granted. :)