Miss E. Woodford-Grimes of Highcliffe-on-Sea, Hants., who at the time of writing was the Local Representative of The Poetry Lovers’ Fellowship, related an experience that had occurred in the early spring of 1938. “I had been ill,” she explained, “and no doubt was in what is called a receptive state. I was recuperating at the home of Miss Ailsie Hall, who was then living at Brockenhurst in the New Forest. She and I went walking in the clearing on a hillside towards a wood on the edge of the forest proper. Both of us were interested in poetry and drama, and I remember we were talking of the historical plays of Shakespeare and saying how clever it was to telescope the periods without obscuring the facts. On going up the slight incline we stopped suddenly whilst staring at something. Then we looked at each other and I said ‘Do you see what I see?’ Her answer was ‘Fairies, and they’re dressed in blue.’ They would be from 30 to 50 feet away, and we stood watching while they danced rhythmically as if to music, although we could hear nothing but a soft wind like a sigh. There were no other people or animals about, and we said afterwards that if we had attempted to go nearer or to make a sound they would have vanished quickly. As it was, we stood some moments before they faded.”  Marjorie Johnson, Seeing Fairies