Stone of...

..memory. 

I joined our Canadian visitors at the Castle this afternoon, and regaled them with this tale.

My younger son will be 24 in September. It was a walk up to the castle from his nusery on the High St with our older boy, to calm down after a stand-off with a doctor (male!) at Simpson's maternity hospital, that triggered labour, and this is the rock I perched on waiting for my husband to appear so that we could decide what to do. 

We decided to run (him, to catch my sister at work nearby with her car) and walk/waddle (me, holding older boy's hand) down, down, down from the Castle to the High St).

Younger son duly arrived at Simpson's later that afternoon. 

I laugh now but........