We went for a lovely walk today and got lost in the disused allotment at the bottom of the road. There were gates standing there with numbers on with no wall attached like standing stones, derelict buildings, crumbling glasshouses. The hedges were grown tall and sticky forming an arch over our heads at all times. It was very overgrown. We learned names of holly (she calls it polly), ivy, moss, fern and fungus. There was a stream that traveled underground and popped up every now and then on or by our path to form a pool. It was by one of the pools I made a big mistake. The setting was quite magical really, the whole place has a surreal feel of forgotten and crumbly, there where roots of trees creating dark hollow and the polls edge and arcing over us and the water. I said this was where the fairies came out to dance at night, oops. Now she was so upset that we did not see a fairy it was all she could talk about from then on. Now I am going to have to tell her it is not true and It will ruin everything.
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