Trees are awesome... unless

I grew up in a small village a couple of miles from the centre of Oxford. My parents house was situated directly opposite a beautiful stretch of woodland (wytham wood)

The woods were something i was in awe of as a child, a mysterious and ancient relic of the medieval english countryside. I have always seen a tree as a thing of beauty towering, twisting gnarled witnessess to times beyond human longevity i always wonder what history has passed around them. But as much as i feel a connection to nature i have never once felt compelled to don spikes and BADGER UP to get down with my elder heritage and draw runes with twigs and fox turds. But i digress, i like the woods and trees are beautiful!

That is until a freak wind late last year decided to rip one of our 80 footer's in our newly aqquired garden (two f'ing weeks of moving in) a new tree hole and drop it across three of our neighbours gardens.
Dont get me wrong it could have been far worse, but as far as i am now concerned the rest of the trees in our garden now fill me with a sickening dread everytime as the wind so much as makes the leaves rustle!

Tress and the wind can both go suck it as far as im concerned!