Soft moss a downy pillow makes, and green leaves spread a tent, Where Faerie fold may rest and sleep until their night is spent. The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light, The twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, good night - Elizabeth T Dilingham
When I think of visiting a place, I tend to think of the beach, or the mountains, out of habit. But this is something worth visiting, and it's right in the woods. These are the Dark Hedges in Northern Ireland.