Days of rain and wind have meant that it has been impossible to get back to Craignish. Today I decided to take my chances. Fortunately the rain held off and the sun shone briefly from time to time, illuminating dying leaves.
The garden has withstood the weather well. There is a small black scottie dog called Queenie missing though. She is away at the moment. She usually ambles through the garden, a shadow slipping in and out of the shadows cast by tree branches.
A dry stone wall has been built here. In it is a peculiar hollow stone, placed there by the builder at David's request. He found it when he was 12 and bushwalking with his father. A cherished stone, it now serves as a memorial to David's father, protected by other stones and watched over by tall trees.
