I wonder?

A bright morning but by the time I'd finished catching up with the rugby it was rather dull. A quick walk on the beach yeilded only this tree trunk for a blip. It made me wonder about it's story. Where had the seed been planted and by whom? How long ago and where had it grown, how had it managed to be washed up on our beach? Someone has probably tried to use it as fire wood as a side of it is singed and quite blackened. Well lots of questions and no answers but I liked looking at the lines and the contrasts on a cold Sunday afternoon.