Arboreal metaphor

Dean and I have been trying to meet up for a walk for a while but recently he has been ill (although, unfashionably, he has had sinusitis and not covid). Today, finally, we made it! He arrived late afternoon and we walked down to Devil's bridge and along the river to Underley.

He'd said he wasn't up to anything too strenuous so I assumed that we'd turn back to Kirkby at this point but he suggested that we walk up past the old cottage and go 'round that way. Given the lovely weather and Dean's company, I was only too happy to agree.

It was as we were going past Low Moorgate that Dean mentioned the two trees in the field behind the cottage. These aren't visible from the road but I think of them surprisingly often when I drive past, so we nipped along the lane behind the row of cottages to visit them.

To be honest, I could have done with a zoom lens but here they are, still together, a little arboreal metaphor for love.