I wake up on a couch, it is over-sized and soft, the decor in the room is earthy colours of orange, browns and yellows, with a morrocan feel to it. The room is warm and comfortable with exotic lamps softly lighting the corners, and the floor is covered with bean bags and large pillows.

The forest is bright with sunlight shining though gaps in the canopy. The trees are of ancient woodland type with oak, beech, elm and birch, and a soft summer wind gently blows them.

The path is almost hidden, not often travelled with the ocassional fallen tree straddling it. It doesn't appear to have edges so could be considered narrow. It is not difficult to travel along.

It opens onto a babbling brook a few metres wide, the water has a brackish colour yet is exceptionally clear. It flows to the right (west) with just a few rocks in the middle causing a little rapids.

It is a metal flask, chrome on the outside with a small opening at the top, it is full of water from the river.

It is an oversized key, the knid in old movies, it looks ornate and could open an old gate or house.