After a morning not doing much I took a walk out to the local Nature reserve at Shorne Woods.
It was very busy with lots of children, as this will be about the last weekend of the summer holidays. Autumn term starting soon. That said a short walk out the back of the bark and you are away from the crowds. On the slopes there are a few old skeletons of trees. Some damaged in the great storm of 1987, some damaged by a big fire a few years later.
They stand like ghosts, their bare arms spreading across the sky, their trunks, stripped of bark showing all the lines a whorls normally hidden in a living tree.
