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‘Several weekends ago in Kent in England I went into my garden to give it the last mow of the year. It had been a wet few weeks after a busy summer, so it was going to be quite a task. My eight-year-old son was in the garden with me, whilst my wife and daughter were in our allotment picking pumpkins and squash. The mowing went a bit slowly at first and I turned because my son was asking about the bee’s nest in our summer house that had stopped me taking the mower out for a few months so as not to disturb them, when I was suddenly surrounded by flying bodies. At first with bees uppermost in my mind I was about to duck and run when I realised what was happening. I called to my son and the two of us stood transfixed as tiny (and I mean proper tiny) winged people flew about us, catching the late autumn sun. My son eventually asked: ‘Are they faeries, Daddy?’ ‘I’m guessing so, son, but different from the ones of my youth.’ I saw many small folk as a child and went actively looking in my teens (I’m Irish by parentage so I see nothing strange in this). My twelve-year-old daughter and wife entered the garden, wheelbarrow full of vegetables. My son called to his sister to come see and she ran down, but the small host was definitely thinning. She, however, squealed at what she saw and called to my wife to come see. My son said they’re gone now and went indoors as my wife walked down to stand beside us (she believed it to be a game I could see it in her face). But as she stood with a happy smile on her face. She clearly saw one. I saw her expression change and she gasped: ‘Oh my god what was that? It looked like a…’ (She never said the word but I could see it in her eyes). My daughter danced happily in the garden for a bit singing ‘we’ve got fairies’, whilst my wife just looked at me stunned and asked again what it was. I smiled and said: ‘It’s exactly what you want it to be. It’s your world my girl.’ She went off smiling followed by my daughter and I finished mowing the lawn, alone in the garden.’ ‘Tiny, very thin bodies, delicate legs and arms, very pale possibly translucent. Two dark eyes on round head.’ What are fairies? ‘They just are living things, natural’.