West towards the trees and the laughter

Walking through the meadow is lovely. The grass is soft and comfortable under your feet; it is almost as if the ground itself is moving to ease your every step.

After a short while the tree line becomes more apparant. There's a sudden but fairly swallow valley, cloaked in trees with a gorgeous blue river wending a lazy path down the middle. The view is picture postcard pefect.

It only takes a few seconds to locate the source of the laughter. Down at the far end of the swallow valley two people are playing in the stream. Two piles of clothes are heaped neatly beside a fruit laden bush.

The distance is such that you can just about make out the two figures. There's a male and a female. Both are blonde and pale skinned. Neither seems to have seen you yet but with the sun behind you all they would need to do is look up to notice you.