The Sweet Factory Girls by Tessa de Loo

The sun tries its hardest to break through the low-hanging mist.  We are moving through the prettiest part of our route:  the heath, dotted with fantastic pines and beeches that glimmer silvery white through the fog. [private]I would gladly step out into that mysterious world.  In my poor, city-girl imagination, I envisage the gradual clearing […]