I wrote some time ago about the old tree at the bottom of the garden and later how we were pleased when it was finally cut down. I think I would have been less eager to see it go if it had looked like this.


If ever a tree had fairies living in it, surely this is it.

Speaking of the little people, we have a proper ‘fairy ring’ growing in the field. We always get a variety of mushrooms and toadstools at this time of year, but this is our first proper ring.

I stood inside it and asked Peter if he could still see me. He said he could, spoilsport. So I made a wish instead.