Tuesday, 24 May 2011

Flat Oak

The wheel perpetually in motion continues to turn and although the forest has much to do, you sense calm and contentment beneath the boughs of ancient trees who've seen this seasonal transit many times before. Snaking through the stands Highland Water moves so slowly now that its process for the most part goes unperceived. The cool breeze swirling softly amongst the towering trunks belays the fierce strong winds test the leaf clad crowns as fluffy clouds are forced across the sky at speed.

Further on, deep in Wood Crates, a magnificent ancient Oak with about a 4m or so oblong girth, many hundreds of years old, is all but lost out of sight. A wondrous find.

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