I've looked at this scene in the passing many times, and a sunny blue sky day seemed the ideal time to visit. Near the Keir roundabout, looking north.
It put me in mind of a poem I haven't read in years, a sad tome from Wordsworth, about family grief and a disappointed father. 

’Tis not forgotten yet
The pity which was then in every heart         
For the old Man—and ’tis believed by all
That many and many a day he thither went,
And never lifted up a single stone.

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