Ah rock, schmock! Our world here is rock, even the house is built of it, and on it - it sits on the bedrock. One exceedingly wet summer we had a spring rise in the kitchen, right in front of the freezer. *g*

If I could send you some I would. As for lovely - it's getting there. I'm quietly pleased, but I can't wait for the solar-powered fairy lights to arrive from China. *G*