Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Thursday, 5 January 2017
On the brink
Yesterday I was tasked with finding a couple of rocks of about 10 tons each, which I have done this morning. Sometimes I love my job. The best thing is when you are dealing with a rock which it would be unreasonable to be asked to manually pick up. Then you can relax and enjoy watching it being picked up by a machine.
I went into the pub and looked over the shoulder of someone who was reading a newspaper, and the above image is what I saw. God is - once again - having a laugh, but I don't know which one. Maybe all of them.
Those balanced rocks left in out-of-the-way places by glaciers and/or the wind and rain about 200,000 years ago have always taken on some holy significance to us humans, but we in the cold North don't gold-leaf them.
A couple of months ago, someone - or some people - tipped a 20 ton block from its perch after hundreds or thousands of years of people just being content to rock it gently and marvel at God's balancing-act.
I had better stop reflecting on how the times are changing before I get oredered to lighten up again. I may get so heavy that only a machine can deal with me.