'Tis but a scratch

When venerable old trees think they are the Black Knight, and they can stop the wind... 

I was on ballerina pick-up duty (5 hour rehearsal in Greystones today) and while the other middle-class mums temporarily dismounted their Range Rovers for a macchiato in the Happy Pear, I  retreated to Glen of the Downs for some tree hugging and checking on the growth of the wild garlic (I'll declare the 2023 Pesto Season open next weekend).