Tree Man

Man in the Tree, Hyde Park, London

My dreams lately have been filled with fairytale creatures - tiny two-person aeroplanes fighting giant robots, people inside trees. Even the cat wailing on the fence at the moment sounds like a fictional character.

Is this some kind of reaction to the real London? The industrial, isolated city where people drop rubbish because there are people who are hired to sweep it up?

But really England IS the place of fairytales. There are tiny little stone cottages, castles and a place called Sherwood Forest. There is a countryside where stories of King Arthur began.

And even the streetsweepers dance... sometimes.