The tree at the top of the field is in view from the window where I usually sit in our house. It has been part of the scenery for many years, a native oak clothed in ivy, standing proud in the otherwise tidily cut field boundary. I have photographed it many times over the years; it gives setting and interest to colourful winter sunsets and an interesting focal point to daylight shots.
However, our recent Hurricane Ophelia toppled it, breaking the crown and leaving it lying nearby in the field. No doubt the ivy caught the wind and contributed to its demise for it was a healthy tree. It will probably lie where it is until spring as they field will not be in use until then when it will be ploughed in preparation for a cereal crop. I imagine the broken trunk will remain standing, at least a support for the ivy, and will resprout to form a crown again though hardly as shapely as the original.
“When the oak tree is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze” Thomas Carlyle.