Anyone who has followed this blog will know that this tree used to be outside my old house in the village. Well this week i learned it had been felled ! As you can see at a certain point in Spring the sun would set in the V of the trunk ...and that always aligned with my narrow band of time available for a holiday. All that remains now is a bleak stump.
I heard today that legal proceedings have ensued here, and someone is going to pay, despite sycamore trees being officially classed as a " weed " and therefore deemed as disposable. Nothing lasts forever. As i get older more and more things i thought were future proof and a certainty have vanished.
Actually many things from that period of my life have changed hands. Houses have been vacated by family, business's i visited over that time have closed for example. Many of the places i associate with those 5 years are no more. An erasing action seems to be wiping out all sorts of places i used to visit back then. Im finding this quite strange. A sort of tying up of loose ends ?
