This is the sky I began last week. The ancient stones dotted around Britain fascinate me, and for some reason I suddenly remembered a primary school trip to Rudston Monolith, Britain’s tallest standing stone.
I like words that literally translate, like this one: monos [Greek, ‘alone’] and lithos [Greek, ‘stone’] – a stone alone. I like assonance, too.
So, is it a story? I probably think more than is necessary, and I know I tend to over-analyse. I will take Arlee’s and Deb’s advice and just do what I do without worrying too much about what I’m calling it.
You're welcome to pick your way through threads and stitches, but I'd be really grateful if you could be kind enough to refrain from pinning.