We weren't supposed to be there, not really. Visiting hours were long gone but we didn't let that stop us. We jumped the fence and crept along the rocky path, through the gardens and the flower beds. We remained silent to not draw attention to our presence, and perhaps to not wake the fairies I'm sure were sleeping among the bluebells. Our silence brought tranquillity and with that came a sense of magic and wonder. I could hear the birds singing in the trees, I could taste the sweet air that engulfed us and I could feel every ray of sunlight reach for my skin as it slowly sank behind the distant mountains. I was in a place that was like no other. It was beautiful and quiet and it brought peace to my body. And as the golden light drifted further down behind the trees, we said our goodbyes. But it wasn't really a goodbye, not to me. I'll be back again. I'm sure of it. The fairies will be waiting for me after all.