The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Apologies to Omar Khayyam, but the 'moving' factor of stones seems to be a perennial theme, cropping up here and elsewhere; a theme that continues to inspire a few good theories and myths - from the movement (natural or otherwise) of bluestones, stones that wake and walk away for a drink, stones that are hauled great distances, stood up, pulled down, buried and then re-erected.
Recently on the radio there was a programme about a poetess who writes about moving a stone and, after a dream, was inspired to take a stone from Britain to Australia.
What is it with the moving of stones?