I found this place and thought you'd like to come and look with me. You see, there is this sign post pointing down a track that is just begging to be explored.
Looks exciting doesn't it? Lets take a look...
It winds through rolling pasture.
Past the most curious of cows.
Gradually heading for a little wood.
And in the wood...
Room with a view.
Tiny Boy's house.
Tall Girl's house.
And beyond the wood
is Fairyland flax mill.
Flax was the mainstay of the St Helena economy until the pesky post office started to use elastic bands instead of string in the 1960s. Almost overnight the six flax mills closed down, leaving 600 people out of work.
The mill buildings are rather beautiful in a sad sort of way.
The flax is everywhere. It is a very invasive weed and covers vast stretches of the island. It is almost impossible to get rid of and has no value any more.
I think the hills look like Cousin It.
The flax is huge and tough and useless. Except for a spot of weaving which I am hoping to learn soon.
So, did we see any fairies in Fairyland?
No, but we did see lots of fairy terns.
Which is almost as good.