Alone in my wellies, slogging through sheep pastures and, let’s face it, sheep poop, soaking in the golden light and Exmoor’s breathtaking landscapes, watching life unfold around me – it was one of the best vacations I’ve ever had. Light, landscape, animals, weather, mood, and me – everything clicked in perfect harmony.

It’s been just three years, but the memory is already fading, morphing into a memory of a memory. And even if the original memory were still vivid, it would have been distorted and modified by the brain through repeated recollection. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), I don’t have a photographic memory. But, and this is the point, I have my pictures. They may only be a thin slice of reality, but they serve as a mental trigger to rekindle the memory or even create new ones.

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