There are stones There are stones in a rushwork basket by the fireplace in my living-room on Whitehill. Stones gathered from the side of a sea where they were subject to tides. Now they lie dried together on top of each other, crushing Share this with others: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X More Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...