The first thing the visiting fairy said to me was, ‘Help me put on my wings.’ Of course I did. A fairy must be able to fly.

 In return, she set to work trying out my new blue watering can and making sure all the plants had a good drink. She visits me every week now, and we have a whole afternoon of fun together.
This time, there was at last a fine patch amidst the rainy days and I’d thought we could go to the beach. But wearing a fairy dress?

 Well, like any good fairy, she’s good at a bit of shape-shifting. With a change of clothes, we were all set to go. The tide was way out. Two little boys were playing on the beach with their father and a whole assortment of toy trucks. The father introduced them and asked the fairy if she’d like to join them in making a road.

 No way. The fairy, once she’s changed clothes, loves mud and sea weed, and set about collecting it. ‘Messy play!’ she declared with glee, stomping in the mud and wriggling her toes. The little boys thought this looked like fun, and soon joined in,

as we made nests on the beach.

to which I added ‘eggs’ shaped out of clay, with little shells on top. One of the little boys broke an ‘egg’, and announced that a bird had hatched, and then they all ran off looking for ‘worms’ – little strands of Neptune’s necklace.
And so the afternoon passed . . . Before going home, the fairy made sure we took a bucketful of seaweed back with us – ‘for Daddy’s garden.’ After all, she is the garden fairy.

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