The bench at the stone.

Got a phone call last night. Craig's bench was ready to be installed. So we headed up to the site this morning. Back again just before tea time to get these pics.

Played this music by Ayreon on the way there.

The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain
The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning

The druids gather round and the chants fill the air
Their echoes resound and the living world stops turning

The magic words are spoken
As we leave the plain in silence
Now the circle stands alone
And the druids turn to stone

The dawn shines its light on Salisbury plain
The day floods the night with gilded rays of sunshine

The magic words were spoken
As we left the plain in silence
Then the circle stood alone
And the druids turned to stone

The rising sun is dancing on the edges of the stones
Casting shadows, creeping down the Avenue
Into the heart of the sarsen trilithons

I marvel at this mystery, beholder of the stars
A holy temple, a sacred burial ground
Guarding well its secrets from us all.

Seemed appropriate.

Many, many thanks go to all those who made this possible; to the landowner, to Historic Scotland, to the committee of the Newtyle Path Network, to Jonathan who built the bench and to all those friends and relatives who donated money in Craig's memory. Thank you.