The substantial footprint – as well as the sloping angle – of the southern cairn can hopefully be appreciated here. As I sat, some 5 or 6 moron trail bikers ‘roared’ up, one fool even riding across the cairn in an apparent attempt to intimidate me. It took a lot of control, but I somehow managed not to move or speak... just stare him out.... and this had the deserved effect.... the half-wits fleeing as fast as their little wheels would carry them. Never have I been so glad a cairn did not retain its internal arrangements.
Image credit: Robert Gladstone
