dingle(berry) peninsula

The first stop of the day involved a faerie tapping me on the shoulder and saying, 'Woo, Tegan. Look at where you are. Green and lakes. Oh and a horse over there.' I sat on the fence. I only just noticed that large gap in the fence. And to think I could have clambered through and ran into the wild to live with the faeries forever. But the lining, as always, is silver. It was really freaking cold and I left my jacket on the bus. I was relieved to leave the faeries to dance in the wind alone and move on to beachier (and yet still green) pastures, followed by a market lunch involving mushrooms and garlic and coffee.