The Cairn I'd first built over two years ago was in need of some TLC. In fact, it required a complete rebuild. Its fourth incarnation since I first put stone on stone, one spontaneous Friday afternoon.
It's become a little like the regeneration of Dr Who. Each one similar but different in character. Ironically, however, they all appear more like Daleks in their physicality.
Why the cairn never stays standing is a mystery. It is only a metre form a public path so one can only assume, if not caused by bad weather, that it must be irate farmer/bullish dog/reticent rambler/bored teenager interference.
I like to think it's a young greyhound who always tries to get one more stone on top, Jenga style, but misjudges to send most of it tumbling down.
If it was the bored teenager/sabotage option then I'd expect to see the whole thing flattened, whereas, every collapse thus far has been of a gradual persuasion.
I spent three hours today on the rebuild, in which time not one human being passes me by. I take the customary photograph and vow to return in three days time to check on it's well-being.
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