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Monday, 12 August 2013
It's strange the random things you remember from your distant childhood.
We were probably about 12 years old. My friend Michael and myself had gone up to 'the dorm' where we found another 'dorm' member, Coulson, seriously blubbing his eyes out.
Such things were taken seriously at Prep' school, and our immediate concerns were that maybe one of his parents, or even a well-loved pet, had died; so we approached him with considerable sensitivity.
'What's up, Coulson; you pathetic fart?' we asked.
'They've cut down my tree' he replied; now blubbing even more than before.
'What stupid bloody tree?' we asked.
'My favourite climbing tree' he spluttered.
My recollection fails at this point, but I quite expect that we then gave him a kindly good kicking, and told him not to be such an obnoxious little cry-baby.
I've never shed tears at the felling of a tree, but there are certain ones around that would sadden me to see cut down.
Our own huge 'Royal Oak' will hopefully live out its days, and eventually die a respectable oak death. There are also a few enormous pines around, as well as some truly ancient chestnuts, that I would genuinely miss.
I'm not a 'tree hugger' in the Prince Charles sense, but I do give a passing slap on the bottom to certain trees as I pass by. And, yes, I do occasionally wish them a 'good morning'.
p.s. When I checked with Google to see if the word 'arborphilia' actually existed, I discovered a whole new world. Strange bunch we humans!
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!