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Second year, First term
As I walk through the forest, the sounds and rush of mankind has left me and all I can hear are birds chirping and the leaves dancing in the wind. Purple butterflies start to join me on my walk. In the distance I see what resembles a large cocoon shaped structure hanging from the oak trees. As I walk closer I notice wood planks climbing up a tree to a rope bridge. I climb them and carefully work my way across the rope pathway. I duck as I enter the cocoon. It’s cool from the shade and I can see the shadows of leaves dancing on the canvas covering. A shelving unit has been fixed into the curved shape of the structure. I move through the space and notice a sink and sitting space. The shelves create a ladder path up the skin of the cocoon; I climb them and hanging from the ceiling is a hammock. I make myself comfortable in the hammock and watch the leaves continue to dance.
Second year, First term
As I walk through the forest, the sounds and rush of mankind has left me and all I can hear are birds chirping and the leaves dancing in the wind. Purple butterflies start to join me on my walk. In the distance I see what resembles a large cocoon shaped structure hanging from the oak trees. As I walk closer I notice wood planks climbing up a tree to a rope bridge. I climb them and carefully work my way across the rope pathway. I duck as I enter the cocoon. It’s cool from the shade and I can see the shadows of leaves dancing on the canvas covering. A shelving unit has been fixed into the curved shape of the structure. I move through the space and notice a sink and sitting space. The shelves create a ladder path up the skin of the cocoon; I climb them and hanging from the ceiling is a hammock. I make myself comfortable in the hammock and watch the leaves continue to dance.