It is a familiar conundrum.
Whenever we come across sites like this, and we seem to come across more than a few, there is an inevitable question.
How much of it is natural?
Without question much of it is, but the more one finds that is not natural then the more one tends to question that which was initially assumed to be so.
On our most recent jaunt we came across the suspicious looking stone above.
To my mind that was very obviously a positioned stone.
It is an interestingly enough shaped stone in itself but more than this, it seems almost inconceivable that it could have fallen like that or have been left by retreating ‘Ice Giants’.
But then there arises the inevitable following question.
So why was it positioned in this way?
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Sarthak stared at the white streak of the Himalayan peaks that loomed like sentinels in the far horizon. Sitting on the rocky edge beside, his butt felt as if it were touched by an icy sheet. He got up, rubbed his eyes off the icicles that formed around it, and looked down at a bottomless valley, the very sight of which ran a cold fear down his spine.
The Vicar was extremely agitated to find the note and single bloom on the tomb of Sir Harold.
I was a relative latecomer to the computer age. As a writer, I went from typewriter to dedicated word processor and my files were kept on floppy disk. Remember those? I also still have rather a lot of manuscript pages in hard copy from various projects of that era.
The past is never truly buried… 
Phoebe was excited when the envelope arrived. Having been adopted when she was just a baby, she knew nothing about her heritage. She dearly loved the couple who adopted her, and they were the only parents she ever knew, but once she turned 25, the void in her life, that of finding her roots, had to be addressed. It was an itch that she knew had to be scratched.
