Simon Mattacks

On the other side of the village from where they started was Bluebell Clump. It was a small hill rising out from a veil with beautiful meadows. A small wood sprawled up one side of the hill, and at the very top sat a tower, partially obscured by trees. During the early summer months, the grass of the hill was covered with a wash of red poppies.

During autumn, the copse of trees which crowned it was a speckle of oranges, yellows, and reds. In winter, the hill was the first place to settle with snow. But during spring, it became a woodland garden of bluebells. People traveled from nearby towns and villages to see the spectacle. Dedicated paths were cut through the forest floor to ensure that none of the precious flowers would be harmed.

During autumn, the copse of trees which crowned it was a speckle of oranges, yellows, and reds. In winter, the hill was the first place to settle with snow. But during spring, it became a woodland garden of bluebells. People traveled from nearby towns and villages to see the spectacle. Dedicated paths were cut through the forest floor to ensure that none of the precious flowers would be harmed.

During autumn, the copse of trees which crowned it was a speckle of oranges, yellows, and reds. In winter, the hill was the first place to settle with snow. But during spring, it became a woodland garden of bluebells. People traveled from nearby towns and villages to see the spectacle. Dedicated paths were cut through the forest floor to ensure that none of the precious flowers would be harmed.

Their fragrance was sweet, yet subtle. And as the light broke through the canopy in places, their bluish hue transformed to purple. Emilia and Lila followed the path up to the very top of the hill, always mindful to stick to it. Once they reached the top, a wider track cut through the copse of trees, framing the tower, which sat right in the center.

Their fragrance was sweet, yet subtle. And as the light broke through the canopy in places, their bluish hue transformed to purple. Emilia and Lila followed the path up to the very top of the hill, always mindful to stick to it. Once they reached the top, a wider track cut through the copse of trees, framing the tower, which sat right in the center.

Their fragrance was sweet, yet subtle. And as the light broke through the canopy in places, their bluish hue transformed to purple. Emilia and Lila followed the path up to the very top of the hill, always mindful to stick to it. Once they reached the top, a wider track cut through the copse of trees, framing the tower, which sat right in the center.

As they walked towards the building, Amelia couldn't help but notice small doors sitting at the foot of the trees. The locals called these fairy doors. No one knew who had placed them here, and no one really wanted to. It was enough to take joy in them and entertain the idea that perhaps fairy tale creatures did live amongst the bluebells. The tower itself had a single door at the far side.

As they walked towards the building, Amelia couldn't help but notice small doors sitting at the foot of the trees. The locals called these fairy doors. No one knew who had placed them here, and no one really wanted to. It was enough to take joy in them and entertain the idea that perhaps fairy tale creatures did live amongst the bluebells. The tower itself had a single door at the far side.

As they walked towards the building, Amelia couldn't help but notice small doors sitting at the foot of the trees. The locals called these fairy doors. No one knew who had placed them here, and no one really wanted to. It was enough to take joy in them and entertain the idea that perhaps fairy tale creatures did live amongst the bluebells. The tower itself had a single door at the far side.

It was never opened and the only clue as to what was inside was through the windows. These, however, sat close to the very top and so were inaccessible. It was the tower itself that corresponded to point four on the map. It was large and imposing. Unlike the buildings in the village, it was made of a smooth, dark red brick The top of the tower was flat, and rising from it was a single light.

It was never opened and the only clue as to what was inside was through the windows. These, however, sat close to the very top and so were inaccessible. It was the tower itself that corresponded to point four on the map. It was large and imposing. Unlike the buildings in the village, it was made of a smooth, dark red brick The top of the tower was flat, and rising from it was a single light.

It was never opened and the only clue as to what was inside was through the windows. These, however, sat close to the very top and so were inaccessible. It was the tower itself that corresponded to point four on the map. It was large and imposing. Unlike the buildings in the village, it was made of a smooth, dark red brick The top of the tower was flat, and rising from it was a single light.

At night, it could be seen for miles around, signaling to the residents that home was not too far away. The artist had commissioned the building for reasons which nobody fully knew. but all appreciated it. The final point was just on the other side of the tower, at the edge of the tree line. With Lila happily plodding by her side, Amelia reached it, the bridge to nowhere, or so the sign said.

At night, it could be seen for miles around, signaling to the residents that home was not too far away. The artist had commissioned the building for reasons which nobody fully knew. but all appreciated it. The final point was just on the other side of the tower, at the edge of the tree line. With Lila happily plodding by her side, Amelia reached it, the bridge to nowhere, or so the sign said.

At night, it could be seen for miles around, signaling to the residents that home was not too far away. The artist had commissioned the building for reasons which nobody fully knew. but all appreciated it. The final point was just on the other side of the tower, at the edge of the tree line. With Lila happily plodding by her side, Amelia reached it, the bridge to nowhere, or so the sign said.

It was a gently arching wooden bridge. It did not cross a stream, nor a path, not even a ditch. It was a bridge without purpose. She gazed at it curiously. Within moments, two children arrived. Without any hesitation, they ran over it and back again. They jumped on it, they ran under it. That it didn't have any real function didn't bother them one bit.

It was a gently arching wooden bridge. It did not cross a stream, nor a path, not even a ditch. It was a bridge without purpose. She gazed at it curiously. Within moments, two children arrived. Without any hesitation, they ran over it and back again. They jumped on it, they ran under it. That it didn't have any real function didn't bother them one bit.

It was a gently arching wooden bridge. It did not cross a stream, nor a path, not even a ditch. It was a bridge without purpose. She gazed at it curiously. Within moments, two children arrived. Without any hesitation, they ran over it and back again. They jumped on it, they ran under it. That it didn't have any real function didn't bother them one bit.

Thank you.