From the Diary: 12 July 2020
Walking past the church at Dunsfold with Char. I notice the twist in the big yew: a duck and dive into spacious light that’s beyond detection – outside the grasp of human timescales. It takes decades, perhaps a century, to reveal its arcing intent. This tree has taught me that a kind of magic does exist – that if something can’t be seen, it doesn’t mean that it isn’t really there. It’s deeply comforting to know that there are things out there that thrive beyond our comprehension and take such time to grace our places.