The world from my window

It had to happen. It seems there's  trouble in Fairyland. This magical spot, about which I've written before but have never named, is in danger of being overrun by fairy doors. They started off tastefully. Some were elaborate. Some were birthday presents. Then little things began appearing behind the doors, along with notes from visitors. Excited children darted around, looking down at the base of the trees. Soon, word spread far and wide that this was an enchanted wood. People came from miles around, some of them adding new doors. But now, the trustees of the wood say it's getting out of hand. They're concerned about the effect screwing the doors has on the trees. And they're worried the emerging bluebells are being trampled by eager little feet tearing around the woodland and straying off the path. So, rapid development and doors out of keeping with this very special place are being deterred.  I hope this coincides with t...

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I was a child in a meadow with a woodland circle of beech trees around me. And there was clover growing in the field. Three leaf, four leaf and six leaf. A magical spot. I went back to those woods today, with my Midsummer's Eve grandchild and friend Pelly Sheepwash. And this is what we found. And behind each door, there were little offerings. Pine cones, bits of shell, toy figures, notepad and pen and tinsel. What a lovely idea. That's about it. Love Maddie x