Rooted deep in the valley floor, roots drinking clean river water, a solitary oak endures for 400 years. Generations of birds, small creatures and insects have occupied and nested within it, safe haven for deer and fox. Tribes, villages and towns have orbited its sphere through the changing seasons. Children’s hands at play, gatherers and cultivators, harsh and fair weather, starry nights, the near miss of the axe and saw and the searing cry of the hawk, making up the history of its days.
