Vinney Ridge is one of those pockets of ancient unenclosed, mainly deciduous, open woodland, all old pollarded beech and gnarly oaks with an under-story of scattered holly and birch. The trees here are weathered and worn, bearing the scars of time and countless duels with the elements. Many have succumbed, though more endure, and amongst their number some remarkable trees who although slighted in battle remain defiant, even if distorted. Take this noble arched ancient oak, you can see in its bowed and twisted form the consequences of damage done decades ago, it takes many many years for a trunk of that girth to turn up towards the sun. A natural woodland sculpture and climbing frame, with a walk through arch, it really is a wonder. Respect to this elder of the woodland massiv.
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