Gatepost.

Down by the airstrip, which is at the edge of the bay, the stones are all roundy and smoothe. That's where these came from. They are perched on the very boring squared concrete gate pillars leading from the bohereen into the garden beside my house. Sometimes they topple. Sometimes the ivy grows around them and holds them in place.

It was a day with many students arriving for classes, so I had little time for much else. Think I may have found someone who would like to live in the little house across the yard which is pretty ancient ...would be good to have a neighbour.