Sleeping Monster.

Not just sleeping, but snoring loudly.

It started off as a rock fall last autumn in The Glen, not a really big one and it only fell a few feet but you wouldn't want it on your head; the largest rock is a couple of metres long.

There is a little stony beach adjacent to the rocks, a couple of years ago Sis visited and commented how nice it was to see dippers and wagtails there - we haven't seen any since although there is evidence of the dippers on a couple of strategic stones.

A little further down-stream was a disfigured tree stump leaning against a wall, it's gone now but, to Mrs TD and myself, it looked just like a panther leaping the wall. We pointed it out to Sis who commented that it was good to keep hold of one's imagination after having grown up - and there was not a trace of sarcasm in her voice.

Herself can't see my monster but, no matter, I can and that's all that matters; I hope you can too.