Vicious gale forces, hail showers and a little lost snow in between. The first month of this year ended rather rough.The barrier on the road to Grianan was already closed at five to four. I anticipated the gate to be locked as well but fund it open. No one was to be expected at all. A loud hauling surrounded the hill and fort. Winds hammered and battered the walls, whirled around its outside squeezing it in, sniping through the gate and raging against its bowel. I only can assume that theses forces kept Grianan standing in such night.
The pile of Grianan’s dumped stones below at the barrier has grown. So far I have no explanation where these new stones come from but I fund one on top with tar marks and having scaled it last in October with Cameron O’Dochartaigh, I am certain that this particular stone was not there, since I was desperately looking for one that afternoon.
I’ve never seen Grianan so lost before. As if it is already forgotten.
