It's a wall.

I can't decide if i'm being creative, lazy or sad!

This is the wall around the local quarry, built with the local stone, and built by a local man, Pat. No, he's not the postman. He's the dry stone waller. Obviously.

What I like is that the background is a pile of chippings from the same rock, as is the foreground. Since the stone is extracted from different sections of the quarry, and sometimes the vein of rock changes, this means that the day on which you get your rock determines the colour of the stone. The wall here is typical of the more rosy colours, but shows off the variations.

When Pat builds, he will pick up a rock, but never put it down again. It goes straight in the wall. He looks, picks and places, and all with remarkable speed and precision. There isn't a wasted movement, no hesitation about the choices. If it's in the hand it's going in. I wish I had that skill. To pick up and finish before moving on to the next item!

I love this wall, in fact all of Pat's walls. The stone is extremely sharp and angular. The picture, however, isn't as sharply focused as it should be. But then, it was raining, I was rushing to an evening meeting on Autistic Spectrum Disorders (!), and I'm still tired.

Please note that despite that last comment, I managed to spell OFF correctly today. I thank you.