Focus in the shadows and you might catch a glimpse of a tiny world, lost to the eye in a crowd of shapes and colours. Tiny fae, smaller than your smallest fingernail, share our world from a very different perspective.

They go about their way while we go about our own, oblivious to their shrunken world, their long days, spent soaring through the air on their armoured steeds, or safe in their mobile snail-shell homes, or warring with the great mice of the tunnels. We cannot enjoy summer’s unfathomable bounty as they can, where one cherry will feed a family for days, with a handful taken away eagerly to be dried and stored for the icy winters underground.