Listen to the Stones

Last June, on a perfect afternoon, I strolled down to the grounds of  Blackness Castle, a favourite haunt of mine. Ruined, but still retaining great dignity, the ancient stones of this extraordinary boat-shaped stronghold thrust out into the waters of the Forth as if ready for sea. I love to come here for the view, the peace and the special atmosphere that it holds.

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