Yesterday, I walked up nearby Garrel glen. I was looking for rock carvings but did not find them. So I followed the “Tak ma doon Road” to Kilsyth. It was here, in the low morning sunlight (it was about 5am), that I got lost wandering through a meadow of long since tended graves. My shadow crossed a particularly fine carving of a cross. The appearance, so un-fancy, so human, lost me in that moment. Then disappeared.