I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

The fairy glen


This may have been the most magical place I've ever seen. Fairy mounds and ancient trees around a wee loch (you do start to talk like the Scots after a couple of days), with the boggy ground collapsing into folds and wrinkles like the skin on a Shar-pei.

It was easy to believe that fairies might actually be watching from deep inside their hills and maybe the cautions against whistling or putting your hands in your pockets might not be so ridiculous after all.

We had our picnic lunch here and though I sat on what seemed like a solid, dry, grassy bank, after ten minutes or so I'd sunk down to the water level and had to go through the rest of the day in wet jeans.

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