A wider shot of the oak in context on the edge of a buttercup meadow might leave you unsure which tree has made my favourites list.
It’s the one on the left that looks like two when its structure is laid bare by autumn: an oak tree in elegant decline.
Peering under the canopy reveals more of its story. The tree is supporting itself on a hefty, forked branch that has grown down to the ground and, most likely, rooted there.
Muscular branches prop and lean, wind and interlock, giving the impression of something wrestling itself.
Like all mature oaks, it is host to a wide range of insects, animals and birds, and is connected to an underground community we are only just starting to understand.
Shared for Becky’s TreeSquare.