As I say, the area is quite strange and there you sense the ghosts of lost trees as Mother Nature gradually does her best to restore some sense of normality. Human intervention continues and recently some drainage work has occurred there. There were official notices on several trees and I "rescued" one of these as the work period was over..
"O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." - Hamlet Act II scene ii
15 November 2026
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