I have just found Steve’s photos of our walk on The Edge, and I am feeling rather silly. While he was producing lovely artistic shots using just a mobile phone at the wonderful beech tree by the Druid’s Circle, I was taking pictures of this……..In my defence there was something amusing about a solitary pink phallic balloon hanging from a tree in the middle of a wood, especially since it had a rather evil face on it. Shame I couldn’t even manage to catch it from the right side to show you!
The rest of Steve’s wonderful, atmospheric shots are to be found at his website Two Crows Photography.
This Beech tree is an absolutely fantastic being. Rather than having grown in a Grove where trees generally grow tall and lose their lower branches, this one has had the luxury of space and has kept two huge branches at either side of it’s trunk. It they weren’t in such a state of equipoise I don’t think the tree could have remained standing. They are only about 5-6 feet off the floor and stretch out a considerable distance. The next couple of branches radiate out from the trunk in the other two directions and so it seems to go on upwards until you get to the younger growth.
The lower branches look very inviting to climb, they and the trunk are covered in graffiti, some of which must have been there quite a considerable time. To our amazement we could clearly see some thirty feet up the trunk. Surprisingly it doesn’t really mar the tree’s appearance but highlights it’s venerable atmosphere. It reminds me of an old scarred rhino. It always seems to me to be at the very heart of the Edge. Where everything else is in state of flux, it is the still, quiet centre.
Another photo of Old Man Beech borrowed from The Hedge Druid