Take one small patch of woodland, add (grand)children and animals, and you have magical times.
You can climb a tree, daydream, read a book, or hide from your brother.
Show a younger cousin how to drive the little green car.
Learn to cooperate and share, take care of one another, yet still have fun.
The little brown rescue hens used to oversee everything. They were always curious, ready to participate.
No matter what the season, there is fun to be had.
Dragons, bears, wolves and fairies hide in and amongst the trees. Hide and seek is a favourite game, especially in summer, when the cow parsley grows to over five foot.
Grandson No 1 can melt into the woodland, he is always impossible to find. Frankie took a little longer to learn the game... She still can't help giggling and giving herself away.
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On hot summer days it is a cool and pleasant place to stroll with Grandpa.
Watched by hens, of course.
Picnics are relaxing, but watch out for those hens, they love trying out new foods. This was Queen Mab Pudding, taken on a picnic which we had right near the big fairy door. The door is always ajar, we quite hoped that Queen Mab of the Fairies would come out and join us.
We were disappointed, but not for long. Speckledy hen, Queen Mab, came along for a look and that was fun, too.
The cats are never far away, though Millie feigns indifference while Sparky works out whether there is anything worth the effort...apparently not.
A little sprinkle of imagination and fairy dust and even the most ordinary bit of woodland can become something which will live long in the memory of our grandchildren.
A self-indulgent post. I am gathering together some of my old photographs so that I can put together an Owl Wood album.
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