All part of the story

By Treshnish


I see Seabone every day.  It sits just over the wall of the garden, on a grassy knoll by the burn.  I see it but I don't always see it.  

Today, I see it.  It is raw, like our landscape, and carved, like our landscape, in to elemental shapes. 

It gives me a huge amount of pleasure to spend time on that knoll, and to recall the occasion on which Seabone appeared (my 50th birthday), a complete surprise - commissioned by S, made by a dear friend.  

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