The west wind blew hard today and a fantastic copper beech in my mother-in-law’s garden fell.
This is a tree under which we have had innumerable lunches, as babies my children have lain on blankets looking up into its branches, I have climbed to the top and generations of rabbits have lived and died in the warren beneath its roots (as a result of which various dogs and cats have spent many hours of vigil there).
It is very sad and we will miss it very much.
The picture is of the newly fallen tree.
I am listening to the Slim Harpo version of Folsom Prison Blues.