The Fairies in the New Forest

The forest was changing from her beautiful lime greens, emerald greens and hunter’s greens to explosions of yellows, oranges and browns. It’s my favourite times of year.

The air was crisp as I skipped along and the mist hung over the land like a blanket of organza floating a foot off the ground. The air is moist on my face. I feel invigorated. You know when you are excited about something? When your tummy feels all giddy, and you have a feeling of expectation?

The brook was babbling, and the water was clear when we arrived at our favourite spot near Puttles Bridge, there is a little waterfall about half a meter high, with a lot of shrubbery and towering trees framing its picturesque presence.

The sun had started to burn the early morning mist away. We settled next to the stream with our picnic blanket and our picnic fare.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a glint again. My curiosity sparked, I made my way closer to the little waterfall. Going down on my tummy to get as low as I can, my hand reaches into the water, it pushes past my fingers. I thrill at being so close to nature.

Again the glint catches my eye; there were a lot of these glittering bits floating in the air. Closer I creep, thinking they may be May flies or Dragon flies. Closer still, I separate some foliage; ever so gently I creep closer.

I blink, and again. Dragon flies? May flies? Can it be?

Do my eyes deceive me? The mist has almost gone. After rubbing my eyes I look again, there in front of me are the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen.

Fairies; they really do exist!!!

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Faerie dust falling

Was it real? Did I really see that? Day dreaming again? well possibly, since I spent most of my real life wishing I was in the other realm where fantasy as we know it, is indeed reality.

Getting down from the tree, I caught sight of it again, gossamer wings flashing against the moonlight. In a flash it was gone. I spent a lot of time in "my" tree, I felt closer to my dreams up there somehow. Now I know for sure that this is not normal behaviour for an eleven year old girl who should be skipping ropes and playing dolls, but I was Queen of the Fairies really, and had been sent to my family by mistake.

Now I sit in my tree waiting for the Fairies to take me back to my Faerie kingdom, as they didn't know where I'd gone, so I'm trying to help them find me by sitting in "my " tree, waiting for the day I will resume my rightful place in Faerie land.

Again I see the flash of gossamer, I see faerie dust falling, falling on ME!! Can this be it ? Surely it must be, my skin is sparkling as if dusted with diamonds... I'm falling falling falling.... or am I flying? I am filled with expectation, I'm on my way, aren't I?