Walking the Fairy Buttercup Trail

On Wednesday five of us walked the new fairy trail-to-be, wandering through meadows of startling yellow buttercups. A good year for buttercups. I`ve seen fields and fields of them.

It was a glorious morning, with cuckoos calling and black and blue dragonflies flitting.

We passed ancient oaks and willows, gnarled trunks split with age.

And felled trees for making fairy rings.

We crossed the rickety rackety bridge imagining trolls under the mossy green sleepers.

And we passed the enchanted lake where a bog witch may live.

We waded knee deep in yellow and so back to the farm.

Fairy houses to be.

Even the normal farmyard views look magical in June.

For more news about the Fairy Trail, watch this space.