I love this little grove of trees, it awakens the poet in me. I haven't had a chance to stop and photograph it before as it is half way between here and there and I have always driven passed it before I realise, at 110km/hour it is just a blur in the rear view mirror.
This time I remembered, I had the time and I stopped. I even took my beloved little car over the gravel road to capture this pic. Dave, you wanted to know what was over the hill.... well this is it!
I sometimes think this is how Burnham Wood might appear if it made its way to Dunsinane. Marching along, the leader out in front and the straggler behind.
It also reminds me of an obscure song I know... but I will post that on another pic.