It’s the fine weather, you know. Makes everything look better. Why does anyone go abroad, one says smugly, when everything is so much nicer here. Lovely little country, green and golden.
That’s how I felt today as my Fairy Godmother whisked me away to her mountain fastness. I didn’t even have to do any driving, just loll back giving the odd direction - just to show that I was, in fact, alive.
Daffodils, tulips and grape-hyacinths nodded a welcome in multicoloured rows – all planted by the diligent fingers of my hostess. Birds pecked at feeders fat with peanuts, the males outshining the females in their striking plumage. Lovely airy house with wonderful view across the glen. Labrador frolicked at the sight of human company, miraculously trained not to intrude into the sheltered sunny-spot that overflowed with window-boxes of herbs and fruit (and cabbage plants waiting to be transplanted). What industry had created such a haven, and didn’t expect me to do anything except enjoy it.
It is a place where fairy-tales could be imagined – I’m sure I saw some peeking through the trees as we sat there.
I just know its going to be a lovely summer.