My Mesolithic Find

Upon this Pennine peak in stretch of wilderness, where ground is silver grey of moorland millstone grit, a glistening piece stands out. I take close look and see small flake of shiny brown. Curious, I pick it up. This stone is not from here and shows the hand of man. A thumb size crafted piece; one edge neatly saw-toothed. It is my first flint find. A hunter's blade I hold. It is a hide scraper from ancient butchering. Once used by Stone Age man. I felt it in my hand. A peculiar feeling. Now something primal stirs deep in my spirit core. I feel strange connection with folk of ancient world.