By: Blonde Two
Every now and again, you come across a piece of landscape that almost takes your breath away. The photo above proves that you don’t necessarily have to be at the top of a mountain to experience this phenomena.
The Angel Tree as we have christened it (surely others must have also done so) sits in a field in South Devon, somewhere between Torquay and Totnes. Mr B2 found it last week and brought a photo of it home to show me. I had no idea that we Blondes (plus one well behaved Brunette) were going to find it in the same week.
The Angel Tree was too pretty to leave behind so we had a cup of coffee next to it (thank you Mr Farmer for the use of your field). We spent some time wondering what had caused its unusual shape.
Had it been the victim of a lightning strike or was it an angel sent to watch over Devon? You decide!
No foliage. Was she alive? Afraid dead standards in fields are getting to be all too common now. The shape of the trunk would suggest she is an old tree and may possibly have been coppiced at some time?
I don’t think it was alive, which is a shame but not many of us will manage to look that beautiful at that stage in our lives. I did wonder about the coppicing too.
You had me wondering where I’d first seen an angel represented that way. Google carries the answer to most things provided you can frame the appropriate question. Angel by William Blake did it for me.
I’m not now a tea-drinker so I wouldn’t be tempted by the flask you refer to in a previous post. There’s also the weight to be considered, one of Sir Hugh’s continuing obsessions exacerbated by the fact that he is a tea drinker; I take it you can live with the weight. But tea once did play a part in my youthful exertions albeit without milk or sugar. A weak brew was poured boiling hot into the aluminium bottle secured by a holder on my bike handlebars. Less than two miles were all that was needed for it to become ice cold. The great thing about cold tea as a thirst quencher is that its discouraging taste causes it to last for ages.
Ah Robbie, I can tell that you have never been a teacher. Teachers seldom have time to drink their tea whilst it it hot. I perfected peppermint which is lovely at any temperature.