Meg: "We went to find the
Secret Stairs in the Enchanted Wood, Katie and I. The spring sunshine
kissed the rough stone walls, down which Ivy Leaved Toadflax flowed in
torrents of tiny, delicate lilac colored flowers, tipped with yellow.
Not satisfied with this, the same sun kissed the wavelets in the bay
into diamonds, while the wind ruffled them gently, roughening them into
frosted glass. Hand in hand we walked, talking as only an eight year old
girl can, about the mystery and secrecy of the enchanted woodland we had
set out to discover.
turned up the road to our tiny "Cathedral of the Isles", grey stone
spire reaching up towards the white tufts of cloud drifting by. At once,
the peace and serenity of the place took hold, and Katie and I whispered
our comments, heard only by numberless birds, twittering amongst the
gently swaying branches above us. A little path, cross-hatched by thick
roots, led us deeper into the sun-dappled woodland. On one side, drifts
of wild garlic, the pungency of their scent contrasting with their
delicate heads - white balls made up of tiny star-like white flowers.
On the other side, bluebells crowded amongst the tree trunks, their blue
cups dangling from their green, curved stems. Katie ran ahead, the
sunlight picking out her golden hair, as it danced under her pink sun
hat, her purple dress swaying with her lithe, energetic young movements.
Where were the stairs? Was it far? Who else knew about them? Why were
Suddenly the path fell away like a cliff top, and, approaching, yes,
there they were, old worn sandstone slabs, swathed in moss, leading down
into the depths of the woodland, to other narrow paths, wending their
way here and there amongst the bluebells. She skipped down, full of awe,
thrilled to find the stairs, made secret by her bright mind, the
woodland enchanted by the innocence of her imagination.
We choose a narrow path, nearly overgrown by fresh green leaves, here
and there nettles, as yet soft with new growth. Brambles extended their
curved branches across the path, making us stop to part them and pass
on. The trees were bright with early spring leaves, the teasing breeze
making the sunlight flicker and dapple the forest bark she ran across.
Suddenly a little rabbit bobbed out of the grass, and froze at the sight
of us. Katie stopped, breathless, watching the wind stroke his soft
grey-brown fur. And then he was gone, darting into the bushes. Every
flower was a joy to her, every bird fluttering across the path, a
surprise. Celandines lined the track, their shining golden petals
pointing sharply. And then a crop of wood anemones, white as starlight,
their six petals backed with green, and a minute coronet in the midst of
each, sporting dainty yellow stamens, like jewels in their crown. She
picked one gently, carrying it carefully all the way back down the road,
commanding me to place it gently in an egg cup of water, so that mummy
could admire and share her wonder."