Dragons… I had a dream once as I was falling asleep to radio three.. it had really nice sort of spooky music in it.. and there were these small purple dragons in our field, like baby lambs in the dew on the grass, and I just saw the word ‘dragons and remembered it. (mental note… add dragons to ‘ffion’ if I ever get any further) heh..,

So, yes I think I will paint a picture:

A gentle woodland scene with green light cascading through leaves, high on the poley trees. Straggly grass and broken branches in patterns on the ground echoing the patterns from the shade of the leaves. With the gentle breathing of dragons in the distance, like an exhalation from the earth itself and the light steam from their bodies rising slowly through the trees, while the young ones cry out to on another running happily through the slowly-dusking forest, weak necks bending with each leap. Wings too small to lift them they scamper between trees with happy puffs of smoke and bitten tails…

Humm. Oh dear, what am I thinking…