The trees thinned out and there was the field holding the Singing Stones. The grass had a yellow tinge to it and looked sickly and barely hanging on. The wind smoothed stones were pitted on one side and glass smooth on the other. Lucky for us the Oghm characters were on the far side of the stone and protected against the near constant assault from wind and sea mist. Dressed once more Veronika and I took in the sight wide eyed and eager.
"Well, are the markings the same?" I asked.
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