Photo above: Ready steady shoot
We are told to believe by the police, the media that a sixteen year old went out in a storm at night, to a remote location on Hadrian's Wall and expertly chainsawed down a mature sycamore tree, believed to be two to three centuries old. It seems in the UK Sixteen year olds are the paid fall guys for all manner of crime against ancient buildings, and now trees, as they are to young for the criminal justice system.
It is also a horrific symbol of how broken and corrupt Britain now is and how removed from the natural world much of its population is.
Wherever you are this weekend, please go and plant a tree or many trees, it seems we are in a fight for our lives against endless idiocy.
Above: David Robertson wood engraving.
Above: Poems from the path
Above: Cast Sycamore bark by Anke
Would you hew me to the heartwood cutter?
Would you lay me low beneath your feet?
Listen to my sad mutter
Hear my heartwood beat
Would you throw me on the log-pile cutter?
Would you toss me to the steel sawblade?
Listen to my leaves flutter
Hear my heartwood break
Would you lean your back against me cutter
Would you rest your axe awhile and sleep
Listen to the song I utter
Hear my heartwood weep
Hear my heartwood
heartwood
Hear my heartwood
I drink the rain
The eat the sun
I give the breath that fills your lungs
I hear the roaring engines thrum
I cannot run
Would you hew me to the heartwood cutter?
Would you lay me low beneath your feet?
Listen to my sad mutter
Hear my heartwood beat
Hear my heartwood
heartwood
Hear my heartwood
Heartwood trail
Poem by
Dawn McLachlan, drawing by
Chris Riddell.