A detour on the way to our grocery shopping takes us to Blomsholm. When the sign mentions stone ships I don’t pay much attention. These are standing stones. If they found stone ships here, they must have taken them away.
The wind is cold. The stones stand as they have for fifteen hundred years.
And there it is – the stone ship.
The stones outline the shape of the ship – a ghost ship, sailing through the earth.
What skies it has sailed.