I’ve visited Orley Common a handful of times. I’m fascinated by it because nobody owns it; it’s a true common.
At the far end of the Common are fields of sheep and cattle with a single magnificent Oak at its edge. As we climb the gate to admire it a Common Buzzard sets sail and drifts away. The shade the tree casts is enormous in the morning and evening and intense at midday.
Next to the Oak is a Hawthorn tree.
It’s clinging on in an intimate embrace.
It’s extraordinary that it is surviving and thriving, clinging on like that to a partner much greater in stature.
Personally, I think they should get a room.