I have spent the last few days looking closely at the bones that are in constant use by the students in the anatomy laboratory. One of the technicians who has worked here for years has been sitting along side me and together we have been scanning the surfaces of the long bones of the lower limbs. The places my hands find intuitively seem to be the places which also reveal evidence of the touch of many others before me. I grasp the long shaft of a femur and find it fits my grip perfectly and my fingers slide along the length of a boney ridge to find that it has already been burnished and oiled by someone else’s curiousity. I can shut my eyes and see such fine detail – detail I hesitate to put into words, because my descriptions would fall short. When I have finished I want to begin all over again because I know that each bone is unique and each bone contains the story of a lifetime.