Hope and destruction

I walked round part of the village after church and most trees are still standing, but one had come down in the grounds of a converted barn and fallen across the lane and destroyed part of the old flint wall of the care home opposite. The tree had been largely chopped up with a chainsaw and was lying in sections along the edge of the lane by the other old flint wall adjoining the barn. You can see some of it in the second photo.

There were some lovely spring flowers out today and the air was clear and so nice to breathe. It was just after midday and there was hardly any traffic around and all I could hear, most of the time, was the birds singing. When that happens I always think that this is how it must have been prior to the end of the 19th century. Except for the occasional clop of horses' hooves! I do love the ease of having a car, but sometimes I wonder if it might be more pleasant if they'd never been invented! Mind you, the south-east is very full of traffic - almost anywhere else that we go on holiday it's far quieter than here (once you're off the motorway).