An image that has a far deeper meaning to me than it will for anybody else. A small crack in the sandstone rock had become choked by small pebbles where the tidal movements had swept them. It looked for all the world to me like a tiny blocked blood vessel. It was while contemplating that thought I realised with a jolt that this was the anniversary of my father's sudden and premature death. Not a stone was lifted or moved, it would have been sacrilege to alter a thing.