Monday I get a call telling me that ‘the eagle has landed’ and I reply with a see you bright and early. I’m staying with my sister that evening and working out some plans for the following days carving but am not feeling it.

Tuesday has arrived and as we approach the gallery my sister tells me of the local folklore tale of the giant who, in ancient time's, when the lands were mostly under water, leapt across the peaks just behind the gallery. As the stone was from these foothills it seems right to reference this in some way.

When I see the stone standing in position it has a natural line running north south so all my plans go out the window and I’m left with the beginnings of one full on day. I have to approach this one with a natural instinct and look into the stone for a solution.