Camas an Staca

The weather's better, the car's stopped making an incessant row (more of that later) and we've got ourselves to Jura, the island where Orwell wrote 1984 (more of him later, also).

This single stone is just up the road from the ferry terminal at Feolin (a hut). It's about ten foot tall and covered in lovely lichen, which is always a good indication of the freshness of the air.

We're at grid reference NR 46429 BNG 64791 according to my new Global Positioning System device. Which is nice. And will come in handy if I try and get lost in the dark. Again.