Maybe you're right dadpad. But one should thing that there'd be signs...
butrflynet
I remember this one time when I was a kid. My brother and me were in the back seat of our car. We'd been on a family holiday and were crossing a mountain on our way home.
Suddenly we saw a rainbow, and when we followed it with our eyes we were thrilled to discover that it ended on the slope just above where the road was.
We told our parents to stop the car, and the sheer enthusiasm in our voices made them do it right away. They knew what we were up to.
So we got out and ran towards the end of the rainbow, remembering the fairytales about the treasure that would be located there.
I remember it well. We got to the place where we'd seen the rainbow, and then it wasn't there anymore. We looked around, and found it somewhere else on the slope, and immediately ran to that spot. We did this a few times.
I couldn't have been more than nine or ten years old, but I remember my father telling us, with a smile on his face, that some things weren't always what they appeared to be.
So no matter how beautiful that picture is, I know for a fact that it's not the place.
Nice house though. :wink: