Thursday, May 05, 2005


It was early one Saturday morning, in February, someone was out with an electric saw. Given the time of day it sounded pretty loud – someone was definitely eager to get a head start. The racket woke our guests and as we were all discussing the noise in the kitchen we discovered the source. There were three tree surgeons hanging from the conifer at the end of our lane. Then I noticed that the tree was half it’s usual size – boy, these guys don’t waste any time… and within 30 minutes there was nothing left.

You could understand why the owner would want to remove the tree since it towered above the houses in the area and they obviously received little, or no, light in the mornings. But on the other hand, it was home to many nesting birds and (more importantly!) hid the Ministry of Death (aka an extremely ugly eyesore – what were the town planners thinking of in the 60s?).

It’s only with the lengthening days that I’ve really begun to appreciate what a difference the tree, acting as a screen, made. So although I was initially unhappy with its removal, there are some benefits. But if any one attempts to touch the horse chestnut at the end of our road they will have very strong resistance from this household!!


Blogger Al said...

The ministry of death is the most horrible building in the world. They should paint it pink.

9:05 AM  
Blogger Clare said...

Cutting down trees always seems so tragic. Necessary at times, I know, but such a shame.

11:14 AM  

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