Fallen Giant

We were bimbling around the golf course, on one of our usual walks, when we took a detour to get out of the way of a golfer practising on the driving range the path cuts across. We found the detour blocked by this leviathan which must have fallen in the recent wind. On the bark are carved the initials of tens of young lovers who must have held their tryst in its shelter.

Tess and I, intrepid as ever, had to paddle through the pond which has formed where the root bole has been ripped out of the earth and after investigating the ruin of old Hatfield Hall we reappeared just where the golf balls were landing!