Recently I was tagged by Wendlane to post seven weird things about myself and a couple of comments were particularly interested when I said I had seen fairies. So in response to this therefore, I thought I would explain a little more.
I was almost fifty when I first saw fairies. I didn't believe in them, and I certainly didn't go looking for them. When it happened I was sitting in my garden, on a very warm afternoon. I hadn't been reading about fairies, or looking at Arthur Rackham prints or anything that might reasonably have prompted me to suddenly see them. Indeed, if someone else had told me they'd just seen a fairy, I would probably have thought they were mistaken.
That day, however, I saw something that made me change my mind. Down in the garden was the outline of a golden fairy, several feet tall, with wings, just rising up and down. I say outline because it was not solid, but looked as though just its outline had been drawn with golden ink.She'd go up in the air several feet and then down again until she just hovered above the ground. Apart from the fact I was seeing something I didn't believe in, she looked just like a fairy from a Victorian painting.
Shortly afterwards, (maybe ten minutes or so) another fairy, much smaller and brightly coloured like a dragonfly splashed with gold , came right up to me and starting tugging my sleeve. I could see something pressing on my left arm, even moving my sleeve.
I had a strong impression that day that I was meant to see the fairies, and they were pleased about it. It was a lovely experience, totally benign; I was amazed to see how the fairies really did look the way they appear in traditional tales.
And I quite understand if you don't believe me - before I saw them for myself, I mightn't have believed this story either! 
