The words in the title and heading above are from the creepy 1950’s movie –– The Night of the Demon, a Dana Andrews classic and one of my favorite early supernatural/horror movies. Those words were also used by the fabulous Kate Bush of ‘Wuthering Heights‘ fame, introducing her track –– Hounds of Love. Kate is huge in England –– a legend. But I don’t think she’s that well known in the States. She’s great –– check her out! Now that’s off my chest –– here’s the thing today…
Can you imagine a world without trees?
I guess, if you’re Bedouin, or stationed for years on Antartica that might be easy. But not for most of us. For the majority of people, trees are silent witness to our everyday. Apart from those stormy days when they come crashing down. We have a lot of those in Georgia, and back in my old home, Cornwall too. There I once spent two hours up a hawthorn tree when my van got drowned during the Great Boscastle Flood of 2004 –– but that’s another tale entirely.
I’ve always loved trees. Who can ignore the silent majesty of a lightning Oak standing sentinel in a field, a row of shimmering poplars on a rural French lane? Or else an ancient yew shading a churchyard –– a thousand years of growth and memory. What it must have seen… Stark remote beech trees crowning windy downs, rook and crow nesting and quarreling amidst. Palms swaying in sunlight and distant glint of southern ocean. Willows dipping leaves in idle water. Et al.
I was born in what used to be the northern fringe of Sherwood Forest, a place of mines and Royal Air Force bases now. Deep within that wood stands Robin Hood’s Oak, frequented by tourists long after his Merry Men harbored beneath.
Later, as a small child gazing from my old Grandpa’s window, I could see dense thickets of hazel and birch shrouding the battleground where Harold lost his eye, way back in 1066. Trees are history. Trees know things.
I used to walk the downs with Peggy the Dog, wind and wuthering (yes, I know that’s a Genesis album,:) Admire those distant beeches, so common on the chalk hills of southern England.
Seen the pines on lofty crags overlooking Loch Ness, the emerald majesty of Muckross Gardens in County Kerry, those ancient twisted cedars, and Monterrey Pines flanking the Pacific on 17 Mile Drive; the gum trees loaded with Koalas in the swelter of the Outback. Lucky fellow, for me trees hold many happy memories.
Here’s a Wikipedea link about magical trees in mythology
The Weekly Fantasy Series
Episode 13: Lost In The Woods –– Part 1