Spring had come, the bright green leaves were on the trees and the sun was giving off a warm and friendly glow. The stream was glistening in the light and shadows from the trees caused a dappling, flickering effect. This movement of light on the water meant that it was very hard to see. If one was to glance across the stream then nothing would seem amiss. However, if you know what you were looking for then you could see the small patch of snowdrops. Nothing unusual you might have thought, remember this is spring! The snow drops formed an arrow pointing towards the wood. If you were to follow the sign, you would come across more; a silver birch tree had fallen and if you followed its direction then you soon came across more signs. There were signs of the softest kind and signs that were brash, but they all lead to some thing, a wonderful thing. At first it looked like nothing or at most another sign. The tree must once have been huge, but many years had caused it to crumble and break and now it was just a hollow trunk. At close inspection there were signs on the tree, tiny delicate lines wriggled their way up the trunk. None to the side, all going up and so up you must go to find what there is to find.
At first the climbing is easy, the knobbly trunk provides foot holds and grip, but higher is harder. One must reach and stretch to get to the next grip. Eventually your hands can reach the top and you can pull yourself up and inside…..inside is the most staggering apparition ever to darken your eyes.
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