We celebrated the first day of the new year walking at dusk to return a stone to its home on the hill. Carefully picked on a May Day walk, we had planned to take it with us to Pembrokeshire later that month, however our plans were scuppered by fate and the stone had to sit quietly, objecting to the dust it gathered, gently reminding me that it would rather be out in the elements of Exmoor not knowing its gilded future. While illustrating The Lost Words, Jackie Morris relaxed