Oh, how beautiful, I love the sounds of the water bubbling and splishing too! 🙂
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So glad you enjoyed it Eddie – ‘splishing’! Love that word! 😀
I thought it was gentler than ‘splashing!!’
You’re right it is – you are a wordsmith for sure!
Oh, as you know Daffy I just like to play with words. That is a wonderful compliment 🙂
🙂 and your playing with words gives such pleasure to us all! 🙂
Thank you xx
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There was such an ancient feel to the place – with a Iron Age Hill fort nearby I imagined the children of that era splashing about in the stream.
How pretty, Daffy 🙂
It is such a magical little wood.
One could have a nice long moment at that brook, watching for the fairies to cross.
I’m enjoying spending time there – but so far they have sneaked past me unseen!
Sneaky little ones……….
A babbling brook needs traversing, A fairy bridge is essential.
Your comment os so poetic Cathy. As the moss is worn from the top of the fallen tree there must be quite a few going backwards and forwards.
❤ Can't wait to hear all about your trip to your self ❤
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