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Dartford Heath.

Another week has gone by and I am still sitting here in my kitchen waiting for something to happen. I go to bed; I get up, wash, shave and think about what is the best thing to do. I am waiting for something to happen. I do not know what it is or when it will happen. I just know that I am to play a part in what seems to have far reaching consequences. It is like sitting in a cinema watching what is going on, on the screen but not being able stop or even influence the passing scenes. My life is like that at the moment and has been for the last two weeks.

As you all know my life is very complicated because of my activities with the fairies. I sometimes use magic taught to me by the Fairy Queen. Feeana. I write about the fairies so that others especially children may enjoy the experiences that we have together. I use a special magic mirror and have a most powerful magic wand, apart from that I have a pocket filled with magic dust, it never gets empty no matter how much dust I use. I keep asking myself just what is it that I am waiting for? Will it be an episode with the fairies? Or is it just my imagination that has got the better of me?

The arrival of a robin as I was having my breakfast was actually a relief it now meant that something was about to happen. The robin delivered a small piece of parchment into my waiting hand and I read the message very carefully. It was a call for help from the Fairy Queen Feeana. It seems that the local council is with the ministry of transport going to build a road straight across the Dartford Heath. This will split fairyland into two parts. I just could not allow this to happen and with some friends I went to the Local Council to make a protest.

Getting the help of the local newspapers I started off a campaign to stop the road or at least have it built somewhere else. I enjoyed all the arguments with the council and when people got too upset I quickly sprinkled magic dust to calm them down. The local council with the Mayor of the town we soon persuaded that it would not be a good thing to have another road running across the Heath. On this we were soon in agreement what to do with the Government department responsible for building roads.

I had no real say when it came to the Government department. I knew no one and had to ask Her Majesty to help with the non-building of the road. Her Majesty had a plan that she told me. I was to get the Mayor and the local council to invite the members of the government department to come down to Dartford Heath to see for themselves what a road would do to the local landscape. Before the government department arrived her Majesty had transformed the Dartford Heath into a most beautiful garden arrangement.

The gorse bushes were in full flower with the yellow blossoms showing out proudly against the greens and browns of the few trees that were still left. The bramble bushes were full of luscious ripe blackberries. Wild flowers of all shapes and sizes were to be seen. The Heath had never looked so lovely as this before. This was the picture that Her Majesty presented to the government department on the day they came to the Heath to see for themselves what a road across the Heath would mean.

The people from the government department were so impressed at the natural beauty of the Heath that they decided that it would indeed be an eyesore for such a road to be built in such a wonderful piece of land as the Dartford Heath. I am happy to say there is and will not be a road going directly across Fairyland. The local people with the help of the fairies have put a stop to such a stupid thing as a road. Roads surround the Heath. Too many roads if you ask me, now the fairies can enjoy the Heath, which is their home until another comes along and wants a road built.

I now take part on the local council not because I want anything to do with politics. I leave that to other people but to make sure that while I live no one will get any ideas of building on the Heath. I do not have to use my magic dust too often but I always have it ready. One never knows what is going to happen at a council meeting, I can only say I am prepared.

Her Majesty Queen Feeana invited all of Fairyland to a feast and a dance to celebrate the stopping of building a new road, it would have split Fairyland in two and that was not good for the fairies, after all, who wants to have lorries and cars speeding past and spoiling the peace?  The smells of petrol, diesel and exhaust gasses would have ruined Fairyland. All had a wonderful evening and most danced well into the night it is not often that one can win against a government department.