Up at the old camp, enclosed by Carboniferous Limestone, there is an ancient spring. It has been said that, in the 1930s, an excited group of Boy Scouts uncovered this life force but were ordered to fill it in by their leaders, fearful, no doubt, of safety hazards.
Today, you can still determine where that sacred spring flows. Search for a triad of oak, ash and hawthorn, a powerful grouping that attracts the Fae. Here you can find access to the Otherworld. Entry is best sought at old Beltane, May 13th, the original date of our celebration of hope, fertility and light, before the new Gregorian calendar migrated everything. For the most guaranteed passage, chose that Liminal date of 13th, when, by way of the spring, you can most easily cross from one realm to the other.
But the faery folk can be a fickle, malevolent tribe. Appease them by tying red scraps of cloth and trinkets to the hawthorn tree, resplendent at that time of year, with its tracks of white mayflowers, so erotic to man. The hawthorn rooted closest to the spring will be the one that holds guard. Be mindful, respectful and loving. Fashion a crown from hawthorn flowers and leave it close to where you imagine the spring opening to be. Then disappear for a while, allowing your crown of blossoms to be discoverd by the creatures dwelling there: the natural inhabitant who places it upon her magical head will be the one to shower you with blessings.
Spells of love, unity, protection and fertility are best made at Beltane, the hawthorn being particularly attuned to such wishes. Remember, though, that this hill has seen many generations pass through it, over thousands of years. And the Fae are its oldest occupants, the hawthorn tree the Otherworld's ultimate protector. Be wise. Maybe be warned.