So: a Cornish greenstone comes to Norfolk, perhaps not to rest but at least to reside for a while.
Although arriving this time by post, let's entertain an alternative travelog. Eroded out of the high mountains of the Variscan Orogeny - thrown up 350 million years ago give or take, when continents collided and the Cornubian batholith grumbled and cooked its metamorphic onion layers; then carried by flash torrents north-east into the Triassic desert sandstone beds now of the English Midlands. After a lengthy rest, remobilised, carried east by a wide river rolling and tumbling from the Cambrian mountains to the area that would become the North Sea basin. Maybe it halted who knows where on the way, but then in latter times was caught up in the cut and thrust and gush resulting from one of the several ice tides that crawled south and east until surfacing for the time being in Norfolk.
Now on display in a small woodland, resting on this neglected picnic bench, it seems somewhat out of time in this quasi-post-apocalyptic evocation - but then, after a journey like that you would wouldn't you? However, change being the only constant, a more extended perspective would suggest this rest is only temporary.
The picnic table will soon return to the earth but I like to think that descendents of the inquisitive roe deer who have lately nudged the Gothvos stone off the table's lichen encrusted edge might still find harbour in this woodland yet a while -
wherever and on whatever continent it may be.
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Gilbert Addison 08.10.22 Anthropocene/Holocene/Quaternary/Cenozoic
