Looking for all the world like some Mediterranean scene, this churchyard Yew frames the steeple and the lovely clear sky.
This tree was trimmed severely last year, just leaving the trunk and thick branches. Once it got over the shock, it has set about sprouting new growth from more or less everywhere.
I can't imagine what shape it will be in fifty years.
There's a thought.
Yews are slow growing and notoriously long lived. Does it look down at me each day and say to itself "You might have invented the wheel, war and the atomic bomb, but I'll see you out"