I’m stood near water, barefoot. This must be the lake at Frost Hollow Hall but it looks so different, I hardly recognise it. The trees are in bud, the banks full of snowdrops and the lake all silky smooth and sparkling like the finest, bluest eyes.
Everything is beautiful.
Above my head, I hear wing-beats. Two white birds – they look like doves – are lifting off into the air. The sight of them makes my heart soar. Beneath my feet, the grass is warm. I reckon I could stay here for ever.
Yet someone is calling to me. It’s time to go. I turn round to see a figure coming towards me across the grass. The sun’s behind them. I shield my eyes for a better look. Now I see their smiling face, a face so dear to me I could burst.