On Monday, I walked to the old forgotten tree trunk solemnly laying on the muddy forest floor, waiting to be noticed, as silent as a mouse.

On Tuesday, I heard silent swishing of a million beech trees gently dancing in the breeze like no one was watching -swish!

On Wednesday, I noticed a wise old owl perched in the oak tree, watching over the forest like he owned it .

On Thursday, I discovered a huge vast stream, gushing and flowing with algae-covered stepping stones fighting for their life against the rough rapids.

On Friday, I dreamed of a tiny elegant fairy flying around the bushes, gently picking fruit, disappearing as quick as a flash when a woodland creature comes.

On Saturday, I touched the magic wishing tree and patiently wait for my wildest wish to come true.

On Sunday, I watched a shrew-hunter swoop high in the sky watching and waiting for its next victim.