It had been thirty years since they had ventured down this road. And although the bricks were worn, faded in colour and cracked in the mortar where plants reached through, the magic of those times still lingered. 

She strolled past the cottage and thick trees which were once thin in their youth. Now they towered like giants below blue skies meant for dreaming under. Bushes of every kind grew in between: evergreens, conifer shrubs and holly, to name a few – their scents as fresh as the day she first travelled the path.

Her glittering heels clacked in the silence, reminding her of their rhythm. She smiled at her companions: the brave one, the clever one and the emotional one. They knew her thoughts and were perfectly in sync; thirty years of friendship did just that.