Entering Burley Old enclosure my heart sank to see such destruction. I'd been through here a week or so ago when there were already in excess of half a dozen mature trees down, today the sad tally has risen closer to twenty. Looking through the naked stands carnage can be seen in all directions. The last year has been harsh on the forest, particularly on the older trees, I've lost count of the number of mature trees have seen slighted. Throughout the enclosure splintered trunks lay prostrate blocking our progress, cracked boughs ending in masses of jumbled crown create impenetrable obstacles; all change in Burley Old.
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