I don’t know how long exactly this oak tree has been growing at the corner of my Dad’s lawn – which before he built a bungalow in the vicinity was actually his farm’s front paddock. I seem to remember him telling me he reckoned it was 300 years old at least and it certainly figures in paintings of the farm that were done several generations ago.
Alas, just as time and tide wait for no man, they don’t wait for any tree. Someone noticed a little while ago that a huge crack had appeared down its trunk and when my brother invited a tree surgeon to have a look at it, he declared that he’d never seen an oak in such a bad – and dangerous – condition before.
So for safety reasons this poor old tree will have to be chopped down before it falls down. And if this coming winter is as stormy as the previous one was, the falling-down scenario might be only a couple of months away.