Visitors to Ta Phrom, the mystical temple in the jungle near Angkor Wat in Siem Reap, are understandably captivated by the sight of the ruined walls amidst the giant silk-cotton trees.
However, whilst visitors aim cameras towards the crumbing Khmer walls that intertwine with the formidable trunks, one or two of us might be fortunate enough to glance behind us at just the right moment, catching a fleeting glimpse of a Tree Sprite. Like all nimble Tree Sprites, one moment they’re there, the next they’ve vanished, leaving only a rustle of branches and the echoes of their laughter on the breeze.
Nice work as usual Gavin, but are you sure it was the rustling of branches you heard and not the rustling of a chip packet?
Lovely picture, lovely story.
Will be in Bangkok from 17 June to 8 July if you’re around for a cuppa.
Jonathan