Isn’t this just the most glorious tree trunk you’ve ever seen? It’s beautiful, all those knots and the lichen. It speaks of age, stories, history and beauty. At least it does to me. We discovered it at the Clent Hills and I think I might have a go at painting it.
You’ve no idea how much that means to me, but those who know me well will have some sense of how huge this is. I’ve still a long way to go before I get better, but there’s more light seeping through the darkness of depression. And I could cry with relief quite frankly.