Deep in the countryside nestled between rolling green hills and sheltered by wildly blossomed cherry trees a spiralling plume of smoke reveals a lone gypsy caravan. A wooden ladder leads you up to the round, brightly painted wood panelled door. Through the open window hazy incense wafts, crystals, tinkling bells, embroidered lanterns, tassel fringe and dark floral fabrics cover every inch of the interior. The flash of a bright green eye and a slender hand beckons you in - she is the sorceress, the white witch, the crystal gazer. And she will show you the unseen.