The staircase led up which was odd as when you looked at it you had the illusion it was going down.
But up was where you went. The fairy garden at the top was captivating and alluring.
My companion was sceptical until a fairy who had been frolicking in the grass landed on her nose, tapped her brow with its wand and a headband of purple daisies appeared.
Turning around we saw a picnic rug with the most delicious foods all set on colour combinations.
We still remember the day, but the staircase is not where we last saw it.