About twenty years ago I bought a small brochure published by the Société Royale Belge de Géographie entitled ‘Itinérarires des mégalithes en Wallonie’. To my shame and frustration I have yet to follow the itinerary, though I have often planned to do it. This holiday break was no different; I was determined to follow the itinerary and then things got in the way. But this morning, as a consolation, I inadvertently stumbled across a wonderful menhir. I had got up before dawn, intent on a good long run through the Belgian Famennes, and there I saw the stone, after about six kilometres, in a back garden, hidden behind parked cars. Who knows its age? 5,000 or 4,000 B.C., maybe, or perhaps more recent, but still clearly ancient. In any case, I always feel humbled in the presence of such inscrutable proof of our longevity. This one has the classic shape of most menhirs, being thin from one angle and broad from another. It also has a clear animal form. (The shape coincidentally echoes that of the Star Wars AT-AT Walkers.) Its irregular shape would surely have made it difficult to manhandle and yet men did this and now it is and has been for a very long time (a hint of Cormac McCarthy creeping in there).