On the edge of the Glen, there is a stately pine tree with needles so full and lush, that they sweep the very ground. This venerable old conifer is grandfather to all the wood. Some say that from this tree sprang the wood that Puck calls his own.
It is fitting then, that at the base of this tree...the denizens of the wood leave the gifts that are for others. Looked after by the grandfather pine, protected in his branches.
