It was such a lovely day. The sky was cloudless, the sun was shining and it was Sunday morning. We had decided to go for a hike with my youngest one (soon 6 years old). The path led through the wood, which smelt of mushrooms and damp. We told each other fantasy stories and followed the markers along the path. Suddenly the wood came to an end and in front of us was a huge hill with the grass completely eaten clean. The meadow was separated from the wood by a hedgerow, but the barrier with wooden beams was open.

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