The mystery plant

There is a row of this which seems to be randomly planted in our conurbartion. The leaves are evergreen.
    In other news I've embarked on writing something that might be called 'The Road to Machu Picchu.' I wondered if I'd remembered enough about it. I have a basic diary and some letters, but somehow it all started to come alive again. I think there is a part of the brain which remembers more that we think we do. The subconcious.