Visited 9th August 2004: William and I visited this stone without the others (they opted to stay in the car).
When we visited there was a lot of silage stacked up near the stone tractor in the field and a knackered old tractor (William liked this). The biggest obstacle we faced was mud. The part of the field nearest he gate was awash with it. It took us ages to cover a short distance.
The stone itself is tall and slender, but this I didn't find the site very inspiring. Perhaps I had the wrong head on for it, or perhaps it was the mud, but I didn't feel any great urge to contemplate the place for very long.
As can be seen from the photograph, this field was occupied, so I didn't make an issue of it and took the bull's photograph along with the stone, which is over 2m in height and very slim.
There appears to be another standing stone at Gruline, at NM543397, in amongst some trees. According to the Canmore record it's slightly taller at 2.45m, and tapers in at the top.
It's not 'strictly' to do with the stones (or is it?), but the legend of the Cailleach is connected with the neighbouring loch (she is largely associated with the imposing mountain Schiehallion), as you can see from this excerpt from "A MacLean Souvenir" by J. P. Maclean (1913) - a fiercely copyrighted annotated version of which may be found at http://www.gillean.com/jpmclean/
No district of Scotland was more noted for its witches than Mull. On the shore of Loch Ba lived the famous "Calleach Bheurr" and there closed her career of thousands of years. At intervals of a hundred years, so the legend relates, she immersed herself in the waters of the Loch, which ordeal gave here a further lease on life. But having waited too long for this ordeal, for the cycle had been spun to its limit, and while in the act of seeking this elixir of life, she staggered, reeled and dropped to rise no more.
There is a convenient placed lay-by right where the roads closest to the cairns, we left the car, jumped a fence, we hid amongst the trees untill a large mound hid us from the nearby farm no doubt of the same name, and jumped the other fence and headed for our quarry, well cairn.
The smaller of the two was easy to find as it straddled the end of wooded area and open field, it was wholly in the trees but probably due to stone robbing as there is a really indecent scoop out of the middle so that only a crescent moon shape cairn is left.
The other cairn is two metres high and in much better condition so I wondered how I'd missed it, is it behind the large mound ? to make sure we had the best possible chance of being able to see it we climbed the large mound, but before we'd got there the penny dropped and ..."oh it is the large mound".
There has been some cairn slippage and it's virtually covered the quite big natural mound that its builders chose for this cairn, mound, mound, go on say it slowly mooouuunnd.
Geographically only a couple hundred yards away from the easily found sitting duck of Gruline, but an adventurous expedition is what my visit turned into.
The os map said the stone stood in a clearing, a long rectangle of grasses within a large wooded area, unfortunately the abomination that is Rhodadendron had got in there and most of the free land is now impenatrable. Eric and me got turned round several times finding ourselves back in the same place not twice but three times, same idyllic bend in the river, same fallen tree. On one of our ways round a herd of Red deer passed us by on their way somewhere, just about ready to give up and try to find the road (where ever that might be), when my son Eric who was beginning to know his way round and was about twenty feet ahead suddenly shouted there it is, and it was.
Leaning in god knows which direction, but doing its best to hide amongst the 'orrible bushes which are pretty but far from home. About eight or nine feet tall, three feet wide and one foot thick, it would have been nice to sit in it's thrall for considerably longer than we did, but it was a combined visit to the other stone and the two big cairns, wife and daughter were wating at the car with two hot dogs (K9) and it seemed like we'd been gone for ages.
Bye stone.