It was a beautiful evening yesterday. Roads like clean black tar rivers. A bright sky with groovy clouds displaying shafts of light in the rear view mirror.
Undulating fields of bright yellow oilseed rape swaying in the breeze and then BLAM, I rounded a corner and came upon the sea horse tree, always a marker in my journey.
And now devoid of the three branches that look like sea horses, which also didn't seem to be any where on the ground.
It was my dad who first drew my attention to the tree and now they're both gone.
Ah the fearful symetry of life.