Am I the only one who considered falling asleep like Alice , and falling down the tree stump into Hay Day?.. I bet I'm not...

How odd to walk down to the house and see the fields from a different angle. What would be growing there? And to be met by the dogs, bouncing around , or see one of the cats sneaking round the old cherry tree into the garden to hunt frogs..

Hot coffee would be a must in this weather.. I would go over to the field to see the different machines, and then walk down the lane and up the avenue - hoping not to meet the foxes there - to visit the horses. If the day isn't too far gone, I'd go down to the pink cottage to see if anyone is in, and if I could find anyone to go with maybe take the handcart into town.. There's a Christmas tree in the square, and a carousel with animals there . I wonder, do they come to life? In a dream , anything is possible.

Then I'd take the train to go and visit a few friends...