Tuesday, 5 February 2008

Up the road, late afternoon

The rip of a chainsaw, Victor is cutting down the last of these trees.


A line of writing erased, the treeline of home altered.

3 comments:

Dave said...

Sorry to hear about this. It's a feeling I know all too well, unfortunately.

Sheila said...

Oh, this is sad. I'm glad you have this photo.

The world would likely be a better place without chainsaws.

Lucy said...

Yes, it is a shame. It wasn't the most fantastically rich and healthy hedgerow, but every little helps, and where it was, in a big field running down from the top of a hill, it must have been preventing a certain amount of run-off and erosion, which everyone is supposed to be concerned about. And all to get another few inches of maize, and a bit more firewood.

I was talking to Victor's two sisters about it; one, a farmer's wife and always a country woman, took the line, 'oh it's more practical and there's still plenty of wood about', the other, more townified and wider-worldly, agreed about the run-off. She said in effect 'of course, that's why the hedgerows were there, to hold back the water, and now that's why the water is so dirty and polluted.'