These pictures of Tintagel in Cornwall really grabbed me yesterday: Arthurian Castle. I was there in ’93, walked down by the shore and through the cave, and collected a bag full of naturally polished rocks.
I keep them in a small leather pouch that I made. Something you’d imagine Robin Hood carrying on his belt. I give the rocks out to friends once I know they are going to be friends for life, usually when we are parting and the chances are that I won’t see the friend again. It’s one of my private, quirky little rituals, and it’s connected oddly enough with Tintagel. It’s a beautiful place.