Divine intervention

Out of nowhere, the almighty bolt of lightning struck.
The selfie stick was instantly vaporised. 
So was its holder. 

The roll of thunder echoed through the valley. And faded away.

The puff of smoke over the burnt patch of heather dissipated in a matter of seconds. 

The other tourists rapidly lost interest and headed for the mini-coach, in search of new thrills*. 

The selfie never got posted on Facebook.

One done, 4.76 billion to go... 



* They would soon discover that a very hungover Padraic behind the wheel would deliver many of these between Sally Gap and Johnny Fox's Pub...