Sunrise: 04.49 Sunset: 09.27
I stopped along the western bank of North Pond to inspect the Living Otter Holt entrance through my binoculars. Something had changed here, but I couldn’t see what.
I continued south until I reached the end of the pond chain, before turning north along the eastern bank. I was within a few metres of the holt before I realised what had changed: the grand old northern lightning tree had fallen.
The Living Otter Holt, which was built against the lightning tree, has survived the calamitous event without sustaining damage.
I had hoped that this old oak would outlast me; I didn’t think it would, but there was no harm in hoping.
The once great oak that has stood on this spot for hundreds of years is now on its final journey; it is returning to the soil from whence it came.