They say Bonnet Stone, I say Bunnet Stane.
Sometimes the translation from Scots into English can lose a little of the colour of the original term, so I’ve opted to render it in the way most Fifers probably would.
However you pronounce it, and I don’t particularly mind which version you use, it’s an incredible sight.
The “Bunnet Stane” doesn’t even do it justice, it deserves something more mystical and less prosaic; something to do with fairies or The Deil’s Poker Table, with an accompanying legend about not playing cards after midnight and what happens to those who do.
Perched in the shadow of East Lomond near Gateside in Fife, it’s only a short stroll from the roadside but can be combined with East Lomond for a longer outing.