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My lost tree found

I set off to get a bit lost and managed it.  Finding my way back turned out to be more problematic.

The Wolds are in the heart of agricultural Lincolnshire, Tennyson country, he was born and grew up here.  I went looking for a tree to sit under and came quite close to finding the ideal one that lives in my imagination, especially vivid to me in the darkness of winter when sunshine and warm days seem far, far away.



Down winding country lanes and bumpy farm tracks until endlessly lost and setting off on foot till I got to this tree.  It was so peaceful, just the rustling of leaves from the warm breeze.  Something so simple and yet so divine.  No accident Buddha found his moment of enlightenment while sitting under a tree.