Darrell’s Holey Stone

For as long as I can remember Darrell has always tried to find and bring home a holey stone (a natural hole, not made by the hand of man) from our many holidays as a sort of lucky talisman ….

…… but this year things didn’t look at all hopeful ……
……. our beach just didn’t seem to be the sort of beach that yielded up holey stones willingly ……

…… although it did yield one or two sticks that looked like snakes!

Anyway, last thing yesterday afternoon, Darrell decided to have one last look ……
…… before admitting defeat, not something he does very easily.

……. and then, all of a sudden after ten minutes or so, there it was, how he ever spotted it I will never know.

But it was a clear sign, a sign that we have all grown to understand, that someone special is watching over us, and it is their way of letting us know ……. if Darrell had found it easily, well it wouldn’t count, it’s been like that for the past few years ……. if you believe in such things. 

The hole was tiny ……..

…… but its significance was massive to Darrell, as well as to Nigel and me.