Hidden Eyes

And as I walked through the  foggy winding alleyways, the eyes of fishermen lost, followed every footstep I made, over cobbles steeped in ancient folk lore , through low arches and up granite steps. And then as I was aware of the cold sweat pouring down my aching back, I found the safety of the  cottage, and realised that I had turned the colour off on  Paint Shop Pro and decided to watch the Liverpool V Stoke game instead of any further day dreaming.