If you have little granddaughters, it is difficult not to believe that we share the world with fairies. The other day I saw seven sleeping bags hanging on threads from the undersides of chewed-up Soapwood leaves. Not a fairy in sight, but the sleeping bags were so tiny they could only have belonged to the little people. My granddaughter tells me fairies are very, very small and live at the bottom of gardens.
Clearly the owners of these fairy sleeping bags were Collingwood