13 Nov 2026, 02:25 PM

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Caistor St Edmund, Norfolk: The woodland floor is littered with sycamore and ash, some revealing a pattern that runs through trunks like words in a stick of rockAn ash tree swayed, audibly groaning, a split in the trunk opening and closing like a mouth. Suffering from ash dieback, it seemed it could topple at any second here in the quiet of the woodland. A few weeks ago, Dad set the trail camera on it, to capture the moment of fall. Since then, two storms have churned through Norfolk – treating us gently compared with elsewhere, but nevertheless leaving casualties in their wake.Fallen trunks now crisscross the woodland floor: sycamores, several ashes, an oak. But not the ash that had seemed so vulnerable. Why does one tree survive but another fall? I look closely at one of the ashes that succumbed to the winds, with its headless trunk jutting skyward, spiked and bare. Continue reading...

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