Heather

Who knows what’s in store? Not me, I haven’t checked the shelves regularly for a while now, anything could be hiding behind the crisps. A little man used to live their once, but he had to move, the rising cost of living crushed his walls you see. But we’re soon to fix that aren’t we? Fix it well and good with a fresh burning of the heather, away with the old growth so we can grow it all back again afresh.

But let’s not be pessimistic now, shall we take a look outside? The sky’s still up there, the water still cool enough to swim in. Let’s head out and plant ourselves some oak trees in the place of rowan. Build the world into a time capsule ready for our future kind to treasure themselves.