I visited another ancient Oak today, the Great Huntley Oak (my name for him). This magnificent fellow, as large and imposing as he is, and being significantly larger than the surroundings trees as he is, can still melt into the surrounding wood, disappearing, making him hard to find. I reckon he moves; they do, you know! It doesn't help that at this time of year much of the woodland understory is chest deep in bracken, disorientating even the most frequent walker in the woods. Still, I found him, and he was in much the same condition as when last I passed by. Which is always a good thing.