Most of you will probably have read my territorial description of the friendship group in a text to Sanna a couple of weeks ago. Delightfully, Sanna subsequently produced a map which arrived in my pigeon hole this afternoon:



The next stage is clearly the writing of some children's stories...

It was a hot, lazy summer's morning in the Enchanted Lands of Friendship, and not a soul was stirring, from the snow leopards of the icy peaks of Sanna and Niamh to the simple sheep of Dominic & Lucy valley, the warrior guards of Emilydom or the watchmen on the most distant lookout tower on the Outpost of Robert. But as the creatures slept, the heavy scent of smoke began to drift across the lands. A cry went up. Calamity! The Forest of Fagan was on fire! And if no-one could fetch pails of water from the Lake of Saoirse in time, the whole countryside would soon be ablaze!