All Comments on 'Pilgrimage'

a very nice story.

...but why are my lips feeling so sore now?

A friend in the early 70's bought a 60's vintage Austin Healy for his sister. the headlights ( AND THE GROUND CLEARANCE ) is pathetic. Thanks for the reality. By the way, it is a nice story

dammittohellngone! I just can't keep up with you and all my other favorite authors posting a multitude of terrific stories.

Though not finishing any of my new stories must make the analmousies happy! Muahahahah, my evil plan to lull the goofs into complacency and then POW!

How can he afford to marry any woman if he can't afford a decent car? How can he go from having proposed to one woman to proposing to her sister given the short period of time and the fact that he really doesn't know Gwen very well? And why would Donna need someone who speaks English? She was in England. The lst time I looked they mostly spoke English there. And I think all that kissing in the end would have made some jealous. We already know how jealous Bronwyn was. We have no idea about Greg's character. So while this was a little amusing, to much silliness made it less than a good read.

If anonymous had read the story properly before commenting, all those questions were answered. Car? Any young man in the UK in the mid 1960s owning a car, any car, had income and status. Donna and English? A couple of lines above I said the Youth Hostel was nearly full of a party of French schoolchildren. I could go on, but won't.

Harry did seem to change girls rather easily, but I suppose he had a hint of what was coming. And the old cars! Yes it was Ford who made cars with vacuum wipers and 6V lights that were like candles. Back then us apprentices all had cars from the early 50's, if we could afford one at all.

Loved this story. Sometimes relationships are complicated, glad this one turned out all right. My first car was a 1958 Singer Gazelle 2-tone green-grey and 14 years old when I bought it for 50 quid. Couldn't get an air filter for it so used pairs of my Mum's old stockings/tights over the inlet pipe!

Ye gods, Ogg, you make it loo so easy, when it ain't.

Thank you [again] for a damned good story [and a lesson in writing].

One cannot expect the non-English to understand the joys of an old banger in the 1960s; my pal had a Frazer-Nash with big holes in the floor; no fun in winter. I had a motor-bike.

I enjoyed it very much.

Now I didn't have a car in the sixties (I was much, much too young to drive, although it seemed I thought I could, I have some pictures of three year old me climbing on and sitting on my dad's bike) but my parents' first car was a late fifties'' Volkswagen Beetle.

I think he liked your story and complicated you on making writing look easy when in reality it is not easy for everyone. And he understood the car thing also.

That said I would also like to say nice story and thank you for writing.

I really admire the way you 'manipulate' your characters and tell a damned good story in what is, effectively, a few words.

This one has twists which would puzzle a rattlesnake, and it was a bloody good read.

Thanks, Ogg.

HP

Even the headlights by 'Lucas lord of darkness'

Kind of scary that Bronwyn would string Harry along if she really wanted James