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When I was young(er), there was a tree I used to play in for hours at a time. The root system was a burrow of small interconnecting rooms and mossy dwellings. My friend and I made little beds out of bark with quilts of flower petals for the little family of Sylvanian rabbits we had cobbled together. Painstaking miniature creations took on life outside like they never quite seemed to indoors. When called in for dinner, who knew what went on inside that green-hued den?

I love these images because they represent the adult version! Chandeliers and sofas dragged out into a field to play. When left outside for too long, the creeping, curling tendrils of nature seek to claim them back. It's a wonderfully eccentric and aristocratic notion - the notoriously complex picnics at Glyndebourne and outdoor theatres of the grand and wealthy to name a few.