Is it my imagination?

And on we go … is it my imagination or is this going on a bit longer than perhaps it should? Fun though!

‘All to do with the trees?’ Sophie asked Janet. ‘I know trees are important, but how can that affect Mum?’

Janet gazed over the forest before her. The green had dulled, faded, become faintly translucent, as if a diaphanous veil had been thrown over the scene, including the sky. The Goblin King must not yet have completed his work.

‘This forest, and our forest at home, are linked, through you...