Wednesday, 1 June 2016

The Great Oak

There are some big old oak trees in Binsted Woods. One I particularly like must be hundreds of years old. Today I stopped for a chat with it.

“Good morning Great Oak, you are looking splendid today.”

“I wouldn’t know about that,” it answered, somewhat to my surprise I have to say, “not having a mirror to look in.”

“Well,” I said, “I can assure you, you do.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“Can I ask how old you are?”

“If you want to,” it answered.

“How old are you then?”

“Dunno.” it said. “Got no idea. Been here for bleedin’ ages, I know that much. Bleedin ages!”

“You must have seen a lot of interesting things in your long life?” I said, “lots of historical things.”

“I ain’t seen nothing,” it answered, “ain’t seen bugger all.”

“Well,” I said, “that does surprise me. You have lived for probably hundreds of years and you haven’t seen anything?”

The giant oak tree gave its branches a good shake and said, “Look mate, I am stuck here in the middle of these bleedin’ woods surrounded by loads of bleedin’ trees, I ain’t seen, a bleedin’ thing!

With that I bid the oak tree farewell and left it to it’s quiet and uninteresting existence. Age it seems means nothing if you are constantly rooted to the spot. Us humans should perhaps bear that in mind whenever we feel about complaining of our lot in life.



  1. An interesting conversation with that old oak tree. The poor thing has seen more than it realizes. I'll bet a lot of those other trees have not been there as long as the old oak. If nothing else it has watched them grow from nothing.
    I was wondering about EHS George's vernal pond the other day. Is it still thriving?

  2. I hope you gave it a hug xxx

  3. Whoops, and there was me thinking the old adage about the wise old oak was true.