Who can resist running their fingers over knobbly tree bark, a slab of cool stone, cashmere. I’ve been tutted at more than once for stroking a marble statue or a piece of well worn furniture in Chatsworth, but I can’t help myself.
In the lobby of the Hotel de Paris in Monte Carlo is a bronze statue of a horse. Stroking it’s flank on the way out to the casino is suppose to bring luck but it’s difficult to pass by without touching it anyway.
I can’t walk down a beach without picking up a pebble, turning it over in my palm, feeling it smooth and cool against my skin.
Here are some more examples of texture that I’m just itching to run my fingers over …