William Tell
Slightly Obsessed
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Normal, I'm proud to say I'm not. I'm rather special actually. Coming out and saying the trees are alive sounds rather mad.
Driving round I often see an occasional massive solitary Oak, standing proud, stretching to the sun and fresh air.
Stopped at a pub in Suffolk the other day, there was this ancient Oak, right smack next to the pub. Had a girth so large you could park a car inside it. Hollow and gnarled around six to eight hundred years old. The history that's seen. The pub wasn't called The Oak strangely.
The landlord was a friendly bloke so I asked why not?
I have absolutely no idea John he said. How old is it Bruce? Nope, don't have a clue. Bruce shouted out "anyone know how old the tree is" lol.. A faint echo of throw the sheep flagger out!! no one knew or cared. I'm a bit death, may have misheard that a bit. Thy were so very lucky, but seemed not to know it.
Now if you find an old wood unspoilt and as nature intended, dense with trees it's like being in church. I'm lucky to have such a place walking in there is real freedom. Solitude is like a religious experience. Sounds daft, but If I take a quiet moment, don't laugh, I won't say hug but that sums it up best, I feel the trees alive, not that it's going walkabout, it's truly alive, in a far more special way. More than just a tree, it's a sanctuary of life. A haven for the birds and Deer and squirrel the water the air and light, summer and winter changing growing. Early morning and late evening, escape into Fangorn to be re humanised by the trees.
I don't Ned to camp its next door my garden joins it. When you look forward to something like a reward after a days absurdities, a bottle, fag or cup of tea, it's place I want to be.
Driving round I often see an occasional massive solitary Oak, standing proud, stretching to the sun and fresh air.
Stopped at a pub in Suffolk the other day, there was this ancient Oak, right smack next to the pub. Had a girth so large you could park a car inside it. Hollow and gnarled around six to eight hundred years old. The history that's seen. The pub wasn't called The Oak strangely.
The landlord was a friendly bloke so I asked why not?
I have absolutely no idea John he said. How old is it Bruce? Nope, don't have a clue. Bruce shouted out "anyone know how old the tree is" lol.. A faint echo of throw the sheep flagger out!! no one knew or cared. I'm a bit death, may have misheard that a bit. Thy were so very lucky, but seemed not to know it.
Now if you find an old wood unspoilt and as nature intended, dense with trees it's like being in church. I'm lucky to have such a place walking in there is real freedom. Solitude is like a religious experience. Sounds daft, but If I take a quiet moment, don't laugh, I won't say hug but that sums it up best, I feel the trees alive, not that it's going walkabout, it's truly alive, in a far more special way. More than just a tree, it's a sanctuary of life. A haven for the birds and Deer and squirrel the water the air and light, summer and winter changing growing. Early morning and late evening, escape into Fangorn to be re humanised by the trees.
I don't Ned to camp its next door my garden joins it. When you look forward to something like a reward after a days absurdities, a bottle, fag or cup of tea, it's place I want to be.
