Well we found it- our holiday home that is -along the endless sunken lanes of Devon where your view is limited to tightly packed trees and plants teeming with life and colour. It is oh-so-easy to believe in the fairy folk in Devon. Then you round a corner and see a tree shaped like a faun with a pan-pipe dancing out of the high hedgerow and at last, there it is: our temporary home standing on a headland -but how I wish it was ours all year round . . . more than enough room for us and our friends and all the assorted children. Just look at our beautiful bedroom -you could hear the sea lapping against the rocks as you lay in bed.