Trouble with storms
I was always taught that there was as much of a tree underground
as there was above. So, if you look at the trunk, branches and twigs there
should be a similar shape made by the roots. Now I am not sure because so many
trees have been uprooted in the recent storms and the roots that I have seen do
not match the volume of the above ground structure.
But I recently went to Carding Mill valley at Church
Stretton and saw for myself the roots of a sycamore tree. It was growing on the
side of the hill and through the years water has run down and eroded the soil
leaving the roots looking just like an upside-down tree. As I watched people
came up to it in turn and took photos of themselves with this remarkable vision
which you do not often see. I hope that it has survived the gales.
The worse affected here have been the conifers with their
heavy heads of evergreen foliage. Their roots certainly do not match their conical
above ground shape. They are shallow rooted and one tree down our road has
fallen on a northwest wind onto a house roof almost blocking the window. It
will be quite a lot of work to remove it.
Luckily, we haven’t had any fallen trees but on a more
mundane level we have had to buy a new washing machine. And that was quite hard
work. As if the storms were not enough our machine started making strange noises.
The spinning drum sounded like a door banging in the wind. The washer was old
and there were quite a few other things wrong with it. We decided that we would
have a new one. But which one do you choose? There are so many. And another
thing is, how do you get the old one out and carry the new one in? They are
weighted and very heavy. For once I did not use the internet but opted for a
local supplier who braved the winds and did all the work. It cost more money
The robins here do not seem to have been affected by the bad
weather. I knew that they had paired up already as there have been two feeding
on the bird table. Robins are not normally seen together but, of course, they must
pair up to breed.
I can see them out of the kitchen window using my nest box
which last year sheltered a clutch of eight blue tits. Now the female robin is
going in and out with a plentiful supply of debris scattered by the storm.
(Taken from my column in the Shropshire Star)