Nothing lasts forever (1)
For the past 25 years, I’ve lived in the same semi-detached house in north-west London. Even though we live in a major capital city, it has not felt like it because at the bottom of our garden is a spinney with some huge trees. However, the largest – a horse chestnut standing about 60 feet tall – has become diseased and, over the last three days, three guys have been systematically cutting it down. Strange perhaps, but I feel sad about the loss.