Down but not out, certainly not yet.
To connect with the past, a linkage, just for a fraction of a frame is what carries me forward.
Stepping around a corner in this suburban Merseyside park, I discover an ancient tree that has witnessed more winter’s tales than Shakespeare could throw, I am in awe. For there are few who exist that stir my heart more, than those who face with grace the coming of winter and the thaw.
With a little help from its friends, this old fella of the wild wood soldiers on, standing with grace, an elder surrounded by the youth of today.
Calderstones Park has seen the likes of the prehistoric, and delights the local and long distance traveller today. Grass, woodland and water, what more do you want from a park. A free range landscape, then more recently enclosed for the privacy of a wealthy family, is now freely open again. A changing landscape of brick and asphalt now envelopes.
As a side note, isn’t it odd that some of the words which we use to describe things are born out of industry. As sure as the day is 24hrs long, I will not cease to Hoover my house instead of vacuum. Just so, this old tree will not gain a walking frame, but feel the cradle of a Zimmer. Nor will I merely write on sticky note paper without utterance of Post-it, or throw anything plastic to a friend that isn’t a Frisbee.