The dragon has been ensnared.

Desmond had once been one of the fiercest dragons in the whole world but now he was very, very upset. It was entirely his own fault. He had gone out into the rain, roaring and breathing fire all over the place, and swallowed so much water that his fire had gone out. Now, whenever he tried to breath fire at anyone, all he could do was squeak, which wasn't a very fierce thing to do at all.

Feeling miserable he lay down to sleep, and snored away with his mouth wide open. As he lay there, Sparky and Flare, two fireflies, came past and flew into his open mouth.

'There's no fire left,' said Sparky, looking puzzled. 'If he's a dragon he should have fire in his mouth.'

'Let's give him some of ours,' replied Flare, and each of them left a tiny piece of flame.

At last Desmond woke up and yawned. A huge gust of flame shot out of his mouth.

'Oh dear,' he said, smiling and feeling much surprised. 'I've scorched my pyjamas.'

But nevertheless he was happy to have his fire back.

- The Sad Dragon, a story from My Biggest Bedtime Book Ever






No matter where you turn you can feel the dragon's bewildered gaze.



Nothing stays, not the sinks not the lights not the pipes not the little pieces of everyday life.



When all the bamboo poles are gone it can only mean one thing.

You can see here a beautiful set of photos of this place in its last days.

I guess there will be no fireflies.