Sometimes, the Race Course is the assembly point for major orienteering events – a car park with tents selling food and kit and with a long row of portaloos. One year, there were lines of orienteers queueing to use the portaloos and at the end of those green cabins stood that dead hawthorn. What kind of tree was this? A lava-tree we decided.
It will feature in my new book, with the Race Course under snow. Now you’ll have to search to find it. The rotting stump won’t last much longer.
In all this rain I fear for wildlife. Losses are largely unseen. It was chance I saw those thousands of river creatures stranded after storm Desmond. Chance I spotted those sheep stranded on an embankment in the Lyth Valley. How much more will be lost this winter?