It was one of those ‘woah’ moments. Cutting a rock is rather stressful. The noise level is extreme, water, mud and grit spray everywhere (mostly into my hair and goggles) – and then eventually the rock comes apart into two halves and, through the blur of mud and dripping hair, you finally catch a glimpse of what is inside – the first person ever to see it. And so often, it is just a basic flint. Lovely, but even so, I have cut plenty of them! But this time I almost dropped it. The stomach sinks in amazement . . .
I think you will agree that this is stretching the use of the word ‘ordinary’ that I always apply to these things.
7cm
