Regularly passing a particular beech tree, I always admire the form and textures and marvel at the stately size of this grand specimen. Not knowing the exact age I suspect it would have many an historic tale to tell, as did the famous diarist Pepys who favoured the walk under this very avenue of trees.
Those stories will remain locked inside the heart of the timber. However the tree also wears a necklace of tell-tale code around its' girth. From fresh new narrow marks to marks widened and distorted as the bearer expanded with time. Each carries a significance for those who gathered beneath the wide-speading branches, be it a short-lived or life-long significance. From the mossy dark side to the sunny path side, their marks are there for all to see.
But this tree will never whisper their secrets.
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