Virbius lives here in this dark Oak with the dog rose climbing up the trunk and the ivy there too. A misplanted Sweet Chestnut ,to the left, struggles to thrive in unfriendly soil.

This place is near but up away from the main road it has a remoteness and a memory of past times , the tree's age stretching back and connecting with all that has been 'till now. The people who knew these trees in the past and what they knew now sleep in the same earth that feeds the trees and all that thrives above.