Fallen

I feel a sense of ownership of these Scots Pines, sitting just above where I live. I've been horrified on occasions this winter to see many substantial branches on the ground. My first thought was vandalism. I'd never seen the sight before. Since then, I've seen many more, at a number of different locations on the moor. Today, some new ones appeared, after a weekend of high winds. There is one here hanging by a thread. I reason now that these trees are getting to a certain age, a bit like me, where things are starting to fall off. That's certainly how it feels at the moment.