Drystone

On a northern English fell the walls are down, and there is no mortar coming. Drystone is a physics game about fitting irregular hand-inked stones: no grid, no snapping, no two alike — only weight, friction and the judgement in your fingers. Break every joint one over two, pour hearting into the core, tie the faces with through-stones, set the copes. Then let go. The years run: gales lean on exposed stone, frost prises at every lazy joint, the ground settles under a hollow core, and Herdwick ewes shoulder her to see if she gives. Eleven commissions. Longevity is the only score.