As an interlude from whizzy flying machines we nipped over to Compton Castle for a quiet hour.
It was closed. Not open to weekend visitors. Therefore: lets stroll around the side and up a shady secluded path to where a dozen Tall Beeches are.
‘You are very privileged to come here’ says Haze .’You are the only person that’s shared with me this special faerie place’
The tall beeches are mightily impressive. So straight, so steadfast, so strong. Nothing will bring them down. They’ll be stood here for 5 or 10 centuries more.
Their rooty nobbles are grooting out of the edge of the bank. I can see where Haze has got the inspiration for some of those faerie drawings she did (back in the olden days).
See if you can see what might be knotted together in these rooty gnarls. I could. I can.