A sunny day in a dry period, and the moss is dried up and dull-coloured. It would only take a heavy rainfall to pick it all up. Trees dripping with lichens.
People are sitting in this wood, quietly, taking it all in, like a church. Everyone is silents, in their own space, a reverence, a respect of other people.
On the way I told the kids not to accept any food, as it might be from the fairy folk, and then you'd be stuck in their world. Is there a feel of fairies here?
I don't think this is their time, in the middle of a sunny July day. Perhaps at dawn or dusk you might catch the fairies, or if you fell asleep under a tree. That would do it. You'd wake up and the rules of the world would be different, you wouldn't know where you stood.
Next to where I'm sitting is a boulder with a pattern on concentric circles in the moss. Is that the work of the fairies?
I think you need to spend time here. I might explore a bit more. I need to wee, but it's so quiet I feel as though everyone would hear it, even if I can hide.
I had to go right to the bottom of the woods to wee. Now there are noisy people coming through, talking loudly about variefocals. There are stars growing in the moss. I tell the people it's stonecrop - they were wondering what it was, and it may not have been OK to interrupt -but maybe for them we are the fairy folk. A photo of Wilf sitting on a rock looks like the fairy king.
It's sunny in this spot, I'm too hot and may have to move. The flies, the midges - the fairies have sent them to look after the woods while they are sleeping. Something is moving in the reeds behind me - a small animal? a fairy turning in their sleep?
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