"We're All Mad Here…."
In Wayford Woods, in Somerset, someone noticed a tiny door at the bottom of a tree, one day just after the millennium. It had a little handle and inside could be seen a bed.
No one knew who had put it there – perhaps it was the fairies – but the trustees of the wood left it there. They are regretting it, for doors have spread like toadstools and now number a good 200.