This reminds me of a story a friend told me: There is a place in Ireland where lovers use the kissing gate. If a young woman has decided she fancies a young man she will throw a stone on the ground between them and ask him to step over it. If he does then he has to kiss the girl. No ordinary stone can be used, it has to be found from the mist of the early morning before the sun rises. It is said that if the young woman ties a strand of his and her hair to the stone as he steps over it he will be enchanted and lose his heart to her, and for as long as those strands of hair stay on the stone so too will he stay with her and have eyes for no other. I also heard that there is a wild red haired man telling tales and poems who lives south of the border and is accompanied by a woman as beautiful as the mist that sweeps in from the sea of a morning and takes your breath away.
This reminds me of a story a friend told me: There is a place in Ireland where lovers use the kissing gate. If a young woman has decided she fancies a young man she will throw a stone on the ground between them and ask him to step over it. If he does then he has to kiss the girl. No ordinary stone can be used, it has to be found from the mist of the early morning before the sun rises. It is said that if the young woman ties a strand of his and her hair to the stone as he steps over it he will be enchanted and lose his heart to her, and for as long as those strands of hair stay on the stone so too will he stay with her and have eyes for no other. I also heard that there is a wild red haired man telling tales and poems who lives south of the border and is accompanied by a woman as beautiful as the mist that sweeps in from the sea of a morning and takes your breath away.