As the silver beast is currently hors de combat, I am practically unable to leave home at the moment, so not much journeying is taking place.
However, my much loved elm tree has just made it's final journey. A friend came and took it away last week.
A sad day.
But at least it has gone to a good home. It will be used to make something beautiful.
A fitting end.
A better end than firewood!
|The elm tree goes on its final journey. A sad day.|
Thanks to the silver beast's recent truculence, the last interesting journey I made was to buy two blossom trees to replace the elm.
Interesting journeys (ones that take us further afield than our local town) lead us past the wonderful chieftain as often as not.
He watches high above the road, and I love seeing him.
Perhaps because when I do, it means we are off, off and away!
|The Chieftain. Sculpture by Maurice Harron. Seeing him means we are on a journey|