I've been going to Mount Stewart since I can remember. And I found the name carved into an old stump, overgrown with moss and lichen and all sorts of other things, when I was about 14 or so. Since then, I've been hard pressed to resist taking a new photo of it every time I pass it. It's one of those things I'll always be drawn to, I guess.
This one also managed to go through the scanner with little incident, and hardly any speckly bits. Or the varied tones are just covering them up. Eh, either way.