Meet my Friend.

We have known eachother for many years. We keep our distance. After all I am down here on the Vale and it is up there on the Wold edge.

When I am wanting inspiration I gaze out at it beneath the changing sky. It catches my attention when I am looking for the right word for my blip. In amongst the sparse hedgerow it stands out, above the aerials and chimneys of the village.

My friend, the Tree. Sometimes it dances, just for me .........