It's warm, with a blue carpet, brown leather sofas, a wide screen tv, a bay window and french doors. There is a marble fireplace with a gas fire and expensive hand-painted bird ornaments on the mantle-piece. There is a heavy white painted wooden door in the corner, and a painting of my sister in a ballet dress on the wall.
They are deciduous trees - oak, beech and sycammore, with lush green leaves. The canopy is thick, but the forest is light. There is little ground vegetation, but a carpet of dry brown leaves that rustle in a faint breeze. I like it here.
There is no clear path, but the trees are widely spaced, I am free to walk where I wish, but the further in I go, the closer, denser and darker it becomes. It seems more abandoned further in, and more lonely, but still easy to follow.
There is a wide river with large rocks in it like stepping stones, but widely spaced so I have to jump to reach them. The river flows over a water fall, and the water is clear and clean and sparkles in the sunlight. It is cool but nice to paddle in.
it is thick, heavy plastin on the outside, but is a metal container on the inside for insulation. There is a screw-on cap and a leather strap to carry it with. It is dark green and dirty. There is cold water in it.
It is large, heavy, brass, and looks very old. It is dull and dark brown and long. it probably opens a heavy wooden door in a mysterious place.