A forest… Somewhere in Dorset…

It was a forest with long grass so green it could rival a lime with the strength of the colour. Small bluebells were dotted around with dew dripping every now and then off of them. Trees seem to bend and speak in the wind as leaves slowly spiral down from their tall branches. In the midst of all of the beautiful blue flowers and the knee-high grass is a sparkling pool of a colour that's not blue nor is it green. The tiny fish that live in there gurgle and bubbles shoot to the surface as they laugh at the spring in the air. The forest seems to breathe with life and the creatures that live there revelled in it. The one thing that spoils this breath-taking scene is the fact that a road runs right through it. Granted it isn't a main road but it's used enough for a car to pass through it every minute or so. Remove the road and you have beautiful woodland that could be your own perfect world. If you look close enough, a deer may decide that you deserve for it to reveal itself. Perhaps a badger could amble along the roadside and you get a quick flash of it as you whizz past in a car. If you're lucky, your driver may pull over and you'll get to drink in the astounding view you have. The deeper you go, the more marvellous the wood gets. It becomes darker and stranger and you begin to think you may have lost your way but instead, you break into a clearing and sunlight splashes onto the ground. Birds sing as the trees sway as though dancing in the now setting sun. The wood glows orange and the leaves glint like fairy lights. And in a matter of moments, the scene darkens to a threatening forest that could easily house frightening creatures that don't take too kindly to visitors. A leaf looks like a shadow of something unpleasant and a tree stump easily takes on the appearance of a sinister animal. The moon floats high in the sky and the leaves on the now frightening trees start to glow. Owls hoot and glide through the air, searching for a nice snack. As the night begins to wane, the worrying images the mind convinces you are there turn back to what they really are; tree stumps, rocks and shrubbery. When it comes to the time you have to leave, you'll gaze back at the forest now disappearing on the horizon and wish you could live right next door.