A couple of miles into my woodland route there’s a rock by the side of the trail that’s the perfect size and shape to have a nice sit down on. I’ve resisted the temptation so far, but it’s only a matter of time. Such a magnificent piece of stony furniture deserves respect, and so I think it’s only right that (as with so many other things I encounter on my runs) I give it a name.
But this time, dear readers, I thought it’d be fun to have a bit of a poll and let you decide what it’ll be forevermore known as. Well, by me at least.