Yesterday set out to find a six foot plus standing stone. Made my way to a wooded valley and set off down a well trod path. Met a woman coming the other way with a large labrador and asked her if I was on right track for the standing stone. She looked blankly at me, so I showed her a picture of it from a Scilly guide. She shook her head, said she didn’t know it but thought it might be in the woods somewhere off to the left. We parted, and less than 2 minutes later, walking down a path with no branching off, I found the stone, beside the path she must have walked down.