I've always liked finding holey, (or hag stones) on the beach, so when we moved into the place where we're living now I was extremely pleased with this discovery... it's definitely the biggest one I'll probably ever find!
It was half-buried underneath the hedge, right where I wanted to plant something... it wasn't until we got it dug out that I realised it had a large hole going all the way through. It is about 12 or 14 inches tall, (it would look bigger, except the baby's tears had grown quite well this year) and now it's a garden feature.
I've warned Snowlynx…. whenever we move, it's coming with us!
I think it must have originally come from a river, because it would have taken a lot of running water to have worn through it like that. The landlord, who lived here for years before we moved in has no idea where it came from. Someone probably found it and lugged home- which I can understand, because I'm terrible for picking up rocks, too.
I brought a nice flat round piece of slate and a chunk of quartz home from Wales several years ago, and some spotty stones (Snowlynx calls them 'panda stones') from a beach on the Isle of Wight. Holey stone is my favourite, though. I really should give it a proper name; it's impressive enough to deserve one.