If the party descended from The Mountain Gate into the valley through the now ruined homestead of Hickey's, they could lay out the picnic things on the one part of the scenery that wouldn't be wringing wet:
Then last month the Hickey homestead was vandalised by agents of the ESB and I rose early one morning just as the sun was rising <caution Hoss-alert> to document the Aftermath. Storyrock was struck by the oblique light so that the shadows did duty for shaving foam at no extra cost [duty-free harharhar]. So now, I am able to reveal the names of the 19thC stone-masons of Knockroe, before the art of petrographology became more or less lost in the scream of con-saws:
Alois could work as a penniless waiter in The Shelburne Hotel in Dublin before WWI; I see no reason why a relative of Großadmiral Admiral Karl Dönitz couldn't be working as an itinerant stone-splitter at about the same time down the country.
Obviously further work is need on deciphering the message in these carvings but I put it to you that they are as important to Ireland's history and heritage as the the markings on the Ringstone. The world expert on the decorated stones of Ireland, Chris Corlett, replied to my announcement "I agree with you about the importance of this type of material, which is actually quite rare. I have often been surprised by how infrequent this type of carving is, especially in stone cutting areas". It's not only about the Kings and Queens and Heads of State, the humble workers They also serve who only strike a wedge. Milton.