This is a story of a woman who was rumoured to be a witch, who lived beside a lough (loch or lake) with her son. Her son loved to swim in the lough every day, but one day he tragically drowned. Torn apart with grief, the woman grew to a great height and stormed across the land. She sought out a hill that she could carry back to the lough to fill it, so no one could suffer the same fate. When she reached the hill, she took a great chunk and carried it back in her apron. However, just before she reached the lough, her apron strings snapped and the rock landed just beside the lough. To this day, the rock still lies there.
