This old tree, I think it's a lime tree, is huge, not tall particularly but wide; some of its branches must be forty or fifty foot long. And by all that is right and proper it should be dead. Quite apart from this massive gash where a branch has fallen off, three quarters of its branches are clearly dead and bare. The saprophytic fungi have moved in already. And yet ... and yet there are still leaves sprouting from a few branches. Clearly not going to gentle into that goodnight.
The weekend in black and white is here.