When you can’t see the trees for the wood…

Walking in the local forest last weekend reminded me of a particular saying from which I’ve entitled this post….yes I know it’s mixed up – I’m promise I’m not suffering from quote dyslexia and if you decide to read on maybe all will become clear.

Back to the walk in the forest…..actually in parts it’s not so much Sherwood Forest anymore, more like Sherwood Copse. Years ago the forest was vast and unyielding…but as urbanisation and farming have taken hold the foliage area has got smaller and smaller.

In one area it’s as if the Brazilian Cattle Farmers have emigrated from the Amazon and taken up residence near to me, deforesting as they went along to produce pasture for their herds. Great swathes of trees appear to have been culled ( do you ‘cull’ a tree ? ) by the Forestry Commission . Bizarrely for what ever reason this has been carried out by these ‘Brazilians’ in nice neat lines. It is like seeing a large scale negative of the female topiary description named after that particular country’s inhabitants.

In certain sections that just leaves the odd protected ancient tree now surrounded by smaller saplings planted in an attempt at forestry management to replace the other trees cut down . Whilst these old trees are beautiful (the picture below representing just one of many examples) and maybe in a lot of ways deserve prime viewing I can’t help wondering what gives the Forestry Commission the right to play God choosing which trees live and which die. Cynically speaking, it’s as if pure commercialism has driven these decisions as the majority of these ancient trees are very close to the well trodden tourist paths and provide great photo opportunities.

Tree in Sherwood Forest

The trees felled to create the spectacle are mainly oak and look disease free – it’s not Dutch Elm (obviously, even I being no arboreal specialist know that) that has caused the choice. Nor is there any other visible detriment. However great piles of this green wood have been cut, collected and are stacked neatly in piles awaiting drying before transportation elsewhere.

It’s far from ruined the forest but it certainly has changed part of the view….

… as unfortunately so much has been cut down and stacked in these sections that now you literally can’t see the trees for the wood.

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