The Tuesday tree: beeched
Well, the winter tidy-up of fallen timber had just been finished off (see the previous Tuesday tree post) and the groundsmen were breathing a sigh of relief, when a gale blew in off the Atlantic last Thursday. By the time they reached us, the hurricane-force winds that hit the Western Isles had blown themselves down to a more manageable sixty miles an hour or so; but still, on Friday morning, we found this:
A huge, lovely old beech tree had blown down, roots and all, smashing itself to bits with the impact of its fall.
Fortunately, there were very few other casualties in the gales. This tree must have been ready to go. On Monday morning we awoke to fresh snow, which had laid a decorous shroud over the carcass.
I don’t think anyone’s in a hurry to start chopping up this one yet. It’s going to be quite a job.