There is a beautiful park a short distance from where I live called Wilhelminapark. According to this city guide it is located “at the centre of the poshest part of the city” which something I will not dispute – how do I always find myself living in the nicest areas!?! The shortest way into the city centre is to cycle through this oasis and it is possibly the favourite part of my journey. Although, if I’m cycling home at night I take a slightly different route because the Dutch don’t believe in curtains and.. well, let’s just say I have a passion for studying interior design!! Anywhos…
Autumn is my favourite season of the year. Sure it rains a lot in both Ireland and the Netherlands (although at least back home the rain stops once in a while!), but I love getting to wear my cosy knitwear again and seeing the landscape turn a rustic golden brown. There is something magical about this time of the year; something mysterious in the crisp air that makes me believe that anything could happen. I’m not afraid to admit that there is still a part of me that clings to the comfort of fairytales. Wilhelminapark is the idyllic setting for my childhood folklore fantasies with a fairytale-esque building right at the centre of my very own enchanted forest.
My imagination went into overdrive the first time I saw this picturesque cottage. It conjured up memories of my favourite Enid Blyton stories complete with goblins,fairies and pixies. The Magic Far-Away Tree was my most cherished book for years. I forever wanted to join Moonface, Silky & Saucepan Man and explore whatever land was on top of the tree. Unluckily for me, the dull reality of the mystical house at the heart of the park is that it’s actually a restaurant. And not a very good one at that, or so I’ve been told! But this disappointment hasn’t stopped me from getting in touch with my inner child again. Instead of cycling straight through the park as normal, today I took a seat on a wooden bench and took five minutes to enjoy the aesthetic beauty around me. And the ducks. I enjoyed the ducks immensely!
What is your favourite thing about Autumn? And more importantly, what is/was your favourite Enid Blyton book/story?