Callanish Calling: Way-Stone…

*

Given that, by all accounts, the Way-Stone

was capable of getting us to the morn,

we wasted no time in putting the question…

*

And were met with a road length peal of laughter,

quite light and silvery it was considering it had come from a stone.

*

“You didn’t really think it would be that easy did you?” she laughed.

“It was worth a try,” said Wen.

“This is the Isle of Skye,” continued the Way-Stone, “Albion’s noblest warriors

were once trained here.”

“Oh!” said Wen.

“Nothing is given on Skye without a fight!”

“Ah!” said Wen, “Does that include your information for us?”

“A battle of wits,” said the Way-Stone.

“A riddle!”

“Un-riddle me this,” she said, “turn the road-side broad side to pitch-your-ride.”

Then she fell silent and would not say another word.

*

“I want to go home.”

“I want to get to Callanish,” said…