However, some substance is added to the story by the memorial we stumbled upon when walking up there this morning. And I reallly do mean stumble upon. Partly because it's completely unannounced and far from any path, and partly because Anne had forgotten to bring her walking boots and was slipping around on the mud and frozen wasteland like a novice at an ice rink.
It's a very moving tribute, and all the more so for not being signposted. It's beautifully sited, near the best of the views, at home in its surroundings, using the slope and existing rocks so as to be near invisible, blended into the hill. No, I won't tell you where it is exactly.