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It's dawn, and we find ourselves driving into, what I would call, a real enchanted forest, complete with swirling mists. We came upon this tiny hamlet of Birdlip. There was an inn that was open for breakfast, so we stopped for Earl Grey and toast. The inn had some ornate iron lamp posts that I wanted to investigate. A little spider had woven a perfect web, complete with water drops from the early morning moisture. That spider gets to live in Birdlip! Oh, by the way, the tea and toast was a hit, as well. |
