Some things you just have to touch. Sure, you can stand there and admire them. You can even fantasise about the touch of them beneath your finger tips. But looking is not sufficient. And fantasies can be so… frustrating.
Oh yes, I remember it like it was yesterday. I had to get my hands onto them. Everything that was me demanded that I do so. And yet there was a problem.
Today’s story is about this problem and the photo immediately below was taken at the conclusion of my story.
But let us step back for a moment. Let’s look at the events that lead up to me grinning like a Cheshire Cat, for obviously I had got my clammy little hands on them. But what was the “them” about which I so lust.
A few hours previously I had found myself presented with this iconic view:
I am certain that most of you should recognise this. Naturally it is Stonehenge, a five thousand year old monument built upon the Salisbury Plain in Wiltshire, England. The year that I stood here was somewhere in the late 1990s – my memory being almost as
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Great images and coupled with your top class narrative your ‘touching’ story comes alive. It must have given you a real thrill to defeat the enjoyment police . The buggers are popping up everywhere.
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LOL a real thrill indeed! ?Thanks. This exercise is bringing back a lot of memories ?
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Im really enjoying these 5 photo storys Greg.
You have such a talent as a story writer.
That books got to be published.
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Thanks. I’m really unhappy about the structure of the novel and am putting a great deal of thought into it.