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The Visit.

The postman delivered a letter today. The letter is from my elderly Aunt Lilly she wants to stay for a week at my home. My Aunt Lilly is a down to earth sensible type of person she is always calm and collected and stands for no nonsense. Many dislike her for her honesty but to me she has always been my Aunt Lilly and we have always gotten on well together. I cleaned the whole house and placed fresh bedclothes on the bed in the guest room. All of the upstairs windows I opened. Aunt Lilly loves fresh air. Aunt Lilly is arriving on Friday morning with the train from Charring Cross to Dartford.

Friday morning found me at the Dartford Railway Station and much to my surprise the train from London was on time. I kissed my Aunt and taking her luggage; I led her to the Station forecourt where I had a taxi waiting. I had asked the driver of the taxi to drive slowly and carefully. He did so and we arrived safely at my house on the Heath at Dartford. My front garden was full with roses and I saw that Aunt Lilly was sniffing approvingly the soft scents given off by the rose flowers.

Taking Aunt Lilly’s luggage up to the spare guest room. I left her to make herself comfortable and went down to the kitchen to make a pot of tea. With the tea I had taken the trouble to get Aunt Lilly’s favourite biscuits, Custard Creams. Soon My Aunt came down the stairs and I poured us a cup of tea. Aunt Lilly does not take sugar and soon we were eating custard cream biscuits and drinking our tea, Lilly told me about her journey across London to Charring Cross and of her journey down to Dartford. I must admit I was waiting for what came next. Lilly gave me a lecture upon people throwing rubbish on to the streets and how it should be forbidden. I knew that to tell Lilly that it was forbidden and people could be heavily fined for littering the streets was a hopeless task once she had gotten her teeth into a subject one had to let her get it out of her system.

Next we went into the back garden. I am proud of my gardens. Neatly laid beds of vegetables and the long beds running down each side of the garden path full of prettily coloured blooms. I saw Aunt Lilly’s nods of approval as she inspected the flowers and the vegetables. Enjoying the flowers were some Fairies. Lilly thought that they were butterflies. “You have many butterflies in your garden. Where do they all come from?” “Not butterflies,” I heard myself saying. “They are Fairies, Fairyland is on the other side of the back garden wall.” “Nonsense,” I heard Lilly say. There are no such things as Fairies.

I was not going to argue with my Aunt and invited her to walk with me into my Fairyland. I took Aunt Lilly to the clearing where the old oak stands. As usual two fresh toadstool rings had been grown by the Fairies to hold one of their meetings or dances. One called out to me come this evening and bring your visitor with you so that she may see the Fairies. Then she might believe that we do exist. That evening making sure that my Aunt was warmly dressed I took her into the woods at the back of my house. At the back gate there were swarms of glow-worms waiting to escort us to the clearing. The light from the glow-worms was such that we did not need the electric torches that I had taken with me.

We then heard the music and into the clearing marched a brass band. Toads were playing all instruments. My Aunt gave a small gasp and told me in a highly excited voice, “They are toads and aren’t they ugly?” Then came the Fairies each dressed in their finest of robes. Many were wearing jewellery that flashed and sparkled in the light from the glow-worms. The Leprechauns usually work diamonds into intricate patterns and the light from the glow-worms and the light from the full moon showed off the jewellery to its advantage.

Fairy after Fairy came to be presented to my Aunt Lilly. The Fairies gave her the impression that she was a Real Queen. I was delighted this was something that I, knowing Lilly so well; knew that she could tell it to no one. The dance got under way and Lilly met the Fairy Queen, Queen Feeanna Now my Aunt is a firm believer in Fairies and as we left the dance at midnight we were once again escorted to my garden by the glow worms.

The following morning at breakfast my Aunt Lilly could not stop telling me about all of the wonderful things she had seen and done. Then she surprised me by asking if I had a recipe for the Fairy cakes that she had been given to eat by many of the Fairies. I could not tell my Aunt the recipe, as it is one of the secrets entrusted to me by the Fairies. Lilly’s visit came to an end and I took her by taxi to the Railway Station at Dartford and watched her safely boarding the train. I waved goodbye until the train was out of sight and went back home to write about my Aunts visit for you all to read. Bern