Trees are amazing aren’t they, so powerful and majestic, one can see why in children’s books they sprout legs and arms and develop magical personalities of their own. I wonder how old this tree is? Did Queen Elizabeth the I ride past with Sir Robert Dudley in hot pursuit, I doubt the tree is that old, I don’t doubt the pursuit. I was lucky enough to have grown up with an oak tree at the bottom of the garden, makes me sound quite grand, when it was only a small council house. I loved the tree so much, the sound of it creaking in the winter gales, the bright acid green spring growth, the shade afforded to us in the hottest of summers and the never ending acorns and bright orange and red leaves shed in the autumn. Simple things.