A large circle dug into the ground and filled with shale from the beach.
To symbolise purity and in Zen, a symbol of enlightenment. Also in my mind
was the full moon and of course, facing south, the sun.
A deep circular hole and a stack of stones. Not by
coincidence, my father had recently died and
internment was probably on my mind.
A large prominent boulder covered with peaty mud carried down from the loch
on the hill. It looked like oil when it was still wet but dried to a chalky grey skin
which cracked and crumbled and was finally washed away by the tides.
I found a place on the shore at low tide with sandy deposits and
covered a couple of boulders with a thin layer. It changed them, made
them appear 'soft' and 'warm'.