If there’s one thing we do well here at Castle Beastie, it’s trees. We seem to have a microclimate that trees love: through no merit of our own, they grow unusually well here. There are a number of British and European champion trees here (meaning verified as the tallest or widest in girth, or both). So I have been rather taken with the idea of more ‘tree’ posts for the arboreally deprived, as discussed in earlier comment threads. I was thinking of perhaps posting a ‘Tree for Tuesday’, starting yesterday. The trees, however, had other ideas.
Yesterday afternoon we had a power cut which lasted through into the late evening, putting paid to Dancing Beastie for the day. As we suspected from previous experience, it turned out to be caused by a tree falling on the power line! A massive Abies grandis (Grand Fir), which snapped through the middle like a matchstick in the high winds which we are experiencing.
And early this morning, the electricity went off again, because of another tree, a spindly pine, falling across the newly-mended power line. I feel rather sorry for the engineers who have been shinning up and down our telegraph poles in their own version of groundhog day for the past twenty-four hours. Anyway, they have done a great job in getting us up and running again; so here is my tree post, a day late, and not as pretty as I’d hoped, being all about victims of the gales. I hope that the trees will prove more co-operative about future posts.