With my farming hat on, and having been the parent of a âhelpfulâ teenage boy who liked to think for himself and thought he âknew it allâ I can imagine a scenario where a farmerâs son was sent out with quad bike and chainsaw and told to cut down any trees near walls/fences that could blow down in the winter gales and allow stock to escape. An adult wouldnât have thought to say âBut not the big sycamoreâ because itâs âa givenâ isnât it ⊠everyone knows not that one donât they?. And a teenage boy who knows it all just sees a tree with its roots undermining a wall and envisages it blowing down in a gale (possibly Storm Agnes ⊠ that was on the way when it happened wasnât it?) smashing the wall down and letting the sheep out.Â
I remember my teenage son, in an effort to get into my good books while I was out for the day, weeding the veg patch ⊠pulling up and burning the newly planted blackcurrant bushes and âthose tall ferny things that were all yellow and deadâ ⊠My asparagus bed!!! âBut asparagus doesnât look like that!!!â .âIt does in the autumn â đÂ
That's very possible but my conspiracy theory is that the National Trust has fallen out with one of their tenant farmers and the felling was "F.U." to themÂ
My POV is the tree had tremendous aesthetic and cultural value, but it's not really a big deal ecologically, and the tree wasn't remarkable in and of itself.Â
"What is hateful to you, do not do to your neighbour".Â
I have often wondered if the sort of person who destroys a loved tree is the same sort of person who will slash a famous work of art. Is it a power thing or mental illness? There is no doubt that some people are desperately sick and really ought to be under the care of the mental health services but in the case of the tree, I wonder if the power to destroy is what drives the people who did this, much like a "small" man getting a big and very noisy car. It can't be the same as the destruction of the Crooked House pub because there doesn't seem to be any monetary advantage to removing the tree.
Perhaps one of the tenant farmers has fallen out with the NT, but the fact remains that whoever did this, they have upset and offended a lot of people, not just the NT who they may or may not have had an issue with. (If, indeed it was someone bearing the NT a grudge who did this act of vandalism). Also, at the end of the day, a beautiful, living, healthy tree has become the victim of a malicious act whether or not it is ânativeâ to this country. (After 200+ years, I think it may have earned its place). Yes, it may well sprout again from the stump, but it will be hundreds of years before it reaches the majesty it had if it does sprout. I find it so incredibly sad, but feel anger and frustration, too. All I can ask is âwhy?â.
Indeed @Red maple. Petty, nasty vandalism - and that's being polite. Whether it's some kind of grudge, or for any other 'reason' , that's irrelevant. Makes you wonder what they're like in other ways too. On second thoughts, I'm glad I don't have to encounter them - whoever they are. Â
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
With my farming hat on, and having been the parent of a âhelpfulâ teenage boy who liked to think for himself and thought he âknew it allâ I can imagine a scenario where a farmerâs son was sent out with quad bike and chainsaw and told to cut down any trees near walls/fences that could blow down in the winter gales and allow stock to escape. An adult wouldnât have thought to say âBut not the big sycamoreâ because itâs âa givenâ isnât it ⊠everyone knows not that one donât they?. And a teenage boy who knows it all just sees a tree with its roots undermining a wall and envisages it blowing down in a gale (possibly Storm Agnes ⊠ that was on the way when it happened wasnât it?) smashing the wall down and letting the sheep out.Â
I remember my teenage son, in an effort to get into my good books while I was out for the day, weeding the veg patch ⊠pulling up and burning the newly planted blackcurrant bushes and âthose tall ferny things that were all yellow and deadâ ⊠My asparagus bed!!! âBut asparagus doesnât look like that!!!â .âIt does in the autumn â đÂ
Thatâs a good theory. We know a few farming families, being smallholders. I wouldnât be at all surprised if a farming lad wasnât interested in, or even aware of, a famous local tree. Just getting the chills thinking about the sinking feeling, when the adult who asked him to go out and tidy up, realised what heâd done. If indeed that is what happened.
Carmarthenshire (mild, wet, windy). Loam over shale, very slightly sloping, so free draining. Mildly acidic or neutral.
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My POV is the tree had tremendous aesthetic and cultural value, but it's not really a big deal ecologically, and the tree wasn't remarkable in and of itself.Â
âIt's still magic even if you know how it's done.âÂ
All I can ask is âwhy?â.
Makes you wonder what they're like in other ways too.
On second thoughts, I'm glad I don't have to encounter them - whoever they are. Â
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...