Scary and sad

In a lull in the storm today I popped out of the Mancave to pick up the wrought iron chairs that had been thrown around. Just as I finished I heard a terrible sound, one I know, and this huge tree crashed down in the farmers field behind our house, the ground shook.
Living in a wood with a beck can be wonderful, but there are moments it can be scary too.

I popped out of the hole in the wall to grab a blip and pay my respects, I'm always sad when I see this, especially a tree of this size which is probably far older than me.