"psssst, wanna buy some swamp land in Florida?" . No thanks. Maybe one of those hovver type boats whizzing over the water, watch out for aligators…….
Ah the Camargue in Southern France. See the horsemen on their trusty white steeds wading through the marshes. Muscles rippling (man or horse, does it matter!) and a steely glint in the eye as he looks upwards into the clear blue sky………
Uhoh, it's all getting nearer to home now. That rickety fence looks horribly familiar. Alas this is not some far flung beauty spot where water is part of the overall attraction.
This my dears is outside the house, this was once a field. Over the past few months it has hidden beneith a sheet of ice, deep snow and the cloak that is Narnia. Now it is back and bigger than ever.
Tiny islands inhabited by a population of field mice and voles. Burrowed into their muddy little nests, just longing for some spring sunshine to warm the land and renew life and hope.
Maybe it's not, maybe these are magical islands with elfin populations (sorry Dobby again, can't get away from him, still in mourning) who do battle, fall in love, trade and visit with those on the other islands.
Maybe it is a whole world that I hav never discovered or looked at properly as I peer through the window on a frosty morning , or run past in my keep fit mindset.
Note to self – replace batteries in ipod, no music means imagination overload while running, could prove dangerous. Might rush headlong into swampy field in search of Camargue cowboy, aligator (think of the matching luggage) or to search for elves.