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WheelBarrow.

I am going away on holiday. I do not know where I will go, I have made no plans and do not intend to make any. This holiday will be the best that I have had in a very long life. All the holidays of my past life will be nothing. I have not even thought about where I will go or what I will do to pass the time. I have not even thought about money. How much will I need? What will I buy? So many questions but it will be the best holiday of my life this I know. Should I pack a suitcase or two is it necessary? What clothing will I need? I do not know. Will I go alone or will I invite a friend or two to go with me. This is a tormenting thing for a man like me to go through. I think that I will go into my back garden and think about things while I have a nap in my old wheelbarrow. My eyes close like they usually do when I lay down in my old barrow. I do not know whether it is the shape of the old wheelbarrow or the two large cushions that I have placed in the barrow; all I know is that it is very comfortable, sometimes even more comfortable than my bed with its expensive mattress and its silken sheets. Why even my pillows are of the softest down from the Eider Ducks that swim in the lakes and rivers.

What is happening? I know that I am lying in my old wheelbarrow; I know that I am more than comfortable whom or what is turning my world into a spinning top. The motion is not to my liking. Please stop the spinning even if for a moment or two. That is better, the spinning motion has stopped and I see that I am no longer in my wheelbarrow in my back garden. The whole world is bathed in a bluish light and little people surround me. I can see Fairies, Pixies, Leprechauns, Elves, Bogies and many more especially the Trolls. What do these little people want with me why have they appeared while I am at my weakest lying in my wheelbarrow? Something I decided is desperately wrong. Where am I. what am I doing here in this strange place and what is causing the light to be so bluish? I decided that I did not like this place and decided to wake up and be in my back garden. Then I saw the most beautiful being that I have ever seen in my life. The being floated toward me dressed in a most heavenly coloured dress there must have been all the colours of the rainbow woven into the silk. I saw that the being was a Lady or should I say a Queen. Drifting toward me she sent me pictures into my innermost mind. “You want a holiday, friend of all the little people. A holiday you shall have. You will need no suitcases you will need no money. You are now on the most wonderful holiday that a human being may have, here with the little people in Fairyland. Whatever you want or need just ask and it will be given.”

The Lady then took off of her head a crown so delicately made and encrusted with diamonds and other jewels it shone in its own glory. She shook her head and the long flowing hair framed her face like one sometimes sees in pictures. I was now utterly at her service she could have asked me to do anything and I know I would have done it. Slowly she faded away into the far distance and the fairies came to me on their silver delicate wings. Play with us they pleaded. No play with us this was the pixies calling. Then the trolls called to me, come with us we can show you many things that you have never seen. All of this fuss and attention was slowly going to my head and I lay back on my wheelbarrow and closed my eyes. The scene changed I was now in a deep cave. The cave is lit by lights that are so high up in the ceiling of the cave that I could not see whether they were electric or some other form of lighting. Everything was bathed in the blue light that I had experienced in my other dream. The floor of the cave were small cottages and flowers, many flowers covered the floor of the cave, in between were fruit trees all carrying ripe fruit. I could see date palms, coconut palms and all of the fruits that one finds in Europe such as the apples the pears and plums and many more. I looked around me but decided I was much better off in my old wheelbarrow than wandering around this most excellent of caves. The lady that I had seen previously now came again this time she was differently dressed and wore another crown. I am Queen Feeana and you will never have such a holiday as this that you are now experiencing. This is to show my gratitude for all of the help that you have given to the little people in Fairyland. When you have had enough of this holiday just call out your name loudly and you will be back in your own back garden. The Queen then vanished as she had come. I called out loudly feeling a bit of a fool. Bernard Shaw. Suddenly I was back in my garden sitting or half lying in my wheelbarrow. I definitely did not want a holiday now there was too much to think of too much to do. I decided not to go on Holiday after all. It is much better in my own back garden than is someone else’s home no matter how luxurious it is. What do you all think?