I have just spent a few days exploring the countryside in and around the Penrice Castle Estate in Gower. One of the things I most enjoy is the big old trees. I really love to see them at any time, but in winter when stripped of foliage, their framework is exposed, silhouetted against the sky, their life and history laid bare. The trees often reveal ancient scars from who knows what – lightening strikes, disease, or just decrepitude with age. And most fascinating of all is the way that their leafless state reveals clinging cushions of soft green mosses and colonies of ferns springing from the rough bark of the branches, while a lattice of ivy may wrap around the trunk.

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