This month Big G ponders the origin and past glories of a beautiful curvey lump of stone and gets a bit philosophical on the way: entropy, a gradual decline into disorder, the destiny of all that we boulder on? But he’s not giving much away, save for a grid reference of course, which will lead you to…see if you can guess?

Oh...Missed it!

Just a tad too eroded but still a thing of beauty, to be touched if not climbed. (Gr 282 749) Surely it must have been good once. Perhaps after its lava conceived fire-birth, all fresh formed and crystalline, jug-laden and steaming alone on the primal hot-vapour planet. Left to endure a long inanimate life.

Or perhaps its peak was passed amidst the incremental creaking depths of ice during an agonising glacier borne slither-tumble journey hundreds of miles southwards in blue-green gloom.

Or are the waves to blame? Myriad storms beating its shape ever smaller with the feverish chiselling of surrounding stones periodically animated like some blind plan-less sculptor destroying his art.

It makes one realise that all rocks are right at some time, for a few precious moments, for a geological flicker before their weathered demise. Indeed we are all of us destined - yes rocks and the lot - to form but a fine layer in the glory-lost gravel and mulch of history.

The whole damn planet a tomb to the unknown boulderer.

Have a nice day!

Big G

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