STANDING STONE (O.S. memoir site, unlocated) in Ballycollin

No visible stone remains in Ballycollin, only the memory of a vertical mark lost before the surveyors arrived. The official record preserves the absence rather than the object, forcing imagination to build what forgetting removed. Perhaps a family moved it, perhaps the ground swallowed it, or perhaps the memoir writer remembered a story instead of a stone. In that gap, Ballycollin becomes a place where certainty ends and human invention begins.