Category Archives: Trees


Autumn makes you look back…

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I am very lucky to live just by woods, a typical UK wood. Filled with ancient oaks, tumbling waterfalls and magical Rowan trees which are now are covered with bright red berries. In the spring, the scent of wild bluebells could knock you off you feet, we walk there a lot.

I met my husband there, we got married in the Saxon barn that is nettled amongst it and we named our child in the castle which sits besides the lake and it’s all a stones throw from our family home. It’s extremely special to us. We aren’t rolling in money by the way, the UK is blessed that quite normal houses can be found amongst all this wonderful stuff!

Last year whilst we were walking in the woods we were really upset to find some idiots had pushed many of the Rowan saplings over. It was so sad. We were extremely upset, and straightened as many as we could however one had been snapped in half.

This may sound like a rather trifling matter in the scheme of things. But this wood and all the trees are so beautiful in fact magical and the thought of someone needlessly doing this, frankly pee’d us off. It’s all so perfect, deer run around it squirrels and owls call it their homes. To think so close to a town which kick started the industrial revolution it’s amazing.

So I took that poor old snapped off branch home with us and promised to look after it. And here it is! We watered it, took care of it and a year on it’s growing away quite happily in our family garden.

We plan to return ‘her’ to the woods and replant ‘her’ in the best spot we can find. But for now, we will continue to look after our little friend.

Ok yes, you could say this is a load of old hippy clap trap, but hey, I’m British! despite what the rest of the world thinks, we ‘have’ to stick up for the underdog.

That stiff upper lip which gets brandished around is poppycock, we are huge softies that cannot help but take a hurt sparrow to the vets or bring a poorly tree home.

A nation of big hearts and tall ancient trees…

Oh, and yes! My Father once was so overwhelmed with sadness when he found a sparrow had flown into a window took a sparrow to the vets – it lived to fly again!