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This image of a beautiful lump of quartz, by Drewbhoy, popped onto my screen lately. Does anybody happen to know anything about the origin of the name?

Is it a white moon/star/milk/curved moon/curved horns thing? Did it just look like someone's white cow?

According to some it looks like a cow from a distance, but eyesight must be dodgy near Foggieloan, Aberchirder on the map. The only resemblance, to me, is that it is in a field. Plus there are various bulls hide stories in the area most notably at Clochforbie, Skelmuir and Auchmaliddie. Also at the White Cow Woods near Strichen.

Hi Rhiannon. I just saw your name on another thread - prompted me into action. I was wondering if you'd come across any other instances of folklore about white stones (quartz)? I'd like to say that I was off on a glorious quest to find the solution to the symbolism mystery (if there is one), but no, probably not... ;)

T tjj

Today I found myself doing a bit of research on Boscawen-un stone circle near Penzance in Cornwall - much is written about it from Edward Thomas to John Michell.

Rupert Soskin (Standing With Stones) started his long and winding trip here - though it may have been the Merry Maidens, both circles have nineteen stones. Rupert intriguingly wondered if there was a connection betwween the Callenish lunar phenomenon of the eighteen and a half year cycle and the nineteen stone circles.

Boscawen-un also has a slanting central stone, however, one of the nineteen stones is quartz and I read somewhere that this was considered to be the 'healing stone'. Quartz is still considered to have healing 'energies' though this would probably fall down under scientific scrutiny.

http://www.stone-circles.org.uk/stone/boscawenun.htm

Don't know if this is relevant, but in N. Yorks., a white cow is thought to bring good fortune. There is a legend, The White Cow of Wardle Rigg :

One day, a frail old woman stopped at the remote farm on Wardle Rigg, overlooking Wheeldale, and asked for a drink of water. The farmer's wife took pity on her, gave her a meal, and invited her to stay the night. That night the old girl died, leaving all her worldly possessions to the farmer and his wife. This wasn't so good. Her only possession was a bag of bones skinnier than the old girl herself - an ancient and knackered white cow. It would cost more to feed it than it could ever benefit them. Still, they kept it, more out of sympathy than anything else,and treated the poor thing as kindly as they could afford. But after a short while, the cow began to fill out ... and out ... and OUT! Within a year, it was the most magnificent beast anyone for miles around had ever seen. They sold it at market, and made a small fortune!

Relevancy to your area is admittedly doubtful - but if you didn't like the story you're surely ice. Ha!