This is a follow-up to my post for 11 October - Executed! - http://365project.org/vignouse/365/2014-10-11 In fact, it wasn't a single tree that was executed but a copse of eleven trees with a small stone shelter in the middle of them. What you see here is all that's left of the copse today.
This is especially poignant for me because the copse stood at the turn-in from the main road to the little lane leading to our house and I passed it several times each day. I feel like I have lost eleven good friends.
Oh, Richard, this looks like a battlefield -- so much mindless destruction. What will be the fate of the little stone house? Oh, its story could be very interesting. A hermit's cell? The home of the seven dwarves? An outlaw's lair? Fav again for the beautiful image, not the subject.
Ian