Look away now if you never entertain a fanciful thought. Or just ignore the words and see what you make of this odd assortment of images.
For those who are still with me, this post was inspired by a smattering of comments left recently by people who sense the faerie world around them – you know who you are! Since then, I’ve thought of fairies when looking at some of my pictures.
The first two were taken at Chatsworth House in Derbyshire, which is grand, classical and over 400 years old with all the right ingredients for a large scale fairy garden: grottos, follies, arches, hillsides, woodland, meadows, streams, a formal water cascade, and a rock garden unlike any I’ve seen with massive slabs of stone. Then there’s a kitchen garden full of things to gather and eat with slender paths surely too narrow for human feet, and a pool, bright with candelabra primulas if you’re there at the right time.
It might have stretched your imagination to see fairies dancing around the statue or skipping through the flowers after the visitors have gone home, but the last three will be easier.
This one, for example – I’m sure the blur on some of those petals must have been caused by small wings.
And if you adjust your eyes from dappled shade to something more dimly lit…
Some of my pictures take a distinctly fairy-style viewpoint, like this one:
Do you see what I mean?
Shared as part of my pictures for dreaming series.
Susan Rushton 
That last one makes me think of a Frodo-eye view, creeping through the undergrowth.
The path is quite hidden, although it is well trodden, so much so that the trees roots stand proud from the soil.