We are on the edge of a storm today. Walking around our hill with the dogs this morning, we realised that a usually dark corner of the lane seemed brighter. Trees were bending across a patch of stormy grey sky. At the side of the lane, two fine mature ash trees and a holly lay, felled by the wild winds of last night. One had just missed the cottage behind the hedge.
A closer look at the snapped off trunk showed evidence of disease, maybe a fungal rot, to the right of the centre. Perhaps this weakness left the tree, in full leaf, unable to withstand the force of wind that pushed at it all night.
A hazy close up of the internal structure of the tree, snapped and torn in such clear geometric shapes.
When we first looked at this photo, we both had an image of the Twin Towers in New York on 9/11. How those dreadful images must be seared into the minds of everyone who saw them around the world.
The second ash tree had fallen at right angles to the first, uprooted at its base and lying across hedge and fence.
Again, there were signs of rot and disease in the roots nearest to the earth.
The cottage is empty at present, but its owner has a huge task ahead, mending fences, clearing snapped branches and the mass of green foliage that now submerges the garden.
A sad end to two lovely trees that shaded this Forest lane for many years.
Living in the beautiful New Forest, I am a married late-fifties woman, a recently retired teacher and the mother of grown up boys who have flown the nest. I share my days with cats, dogs, ponies and the wildlife all around us. Starting this blog is a chance to explore woods, fields, lanes and heath with my camera. A chance to share the simple pleasures of my country life.