My WoodLand Abode

It’s like something from out of a fairy tale, appearing to have sprouted organically from the earth itself or from some woodland nymph’s wild imagination.

It’s tiny, circular, cute in a sort of furry way, almost more like a curled-up dormouse than a house.

Upon seeing it for the first time, the child of a visiting friend asked, quite seriously, “am I dreaming?” and began counting his fingers and toes to establish whether he was awake or not.

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