‘Chris’s Tree’ is what we called the eucalyptus we planted over his ashes in October 2008. It has been a beautiful tree, twice surviving dramatic breaks in the violent northerly winds we can get here in winter. But on Monday night, the latest gales proved too much for it: yesterday I saw it had sheered off right at groundt, plunging its tall trunks (two of them, dating from the earlier breaks) on top of the electric anti-sanglier fence.
A sad way to remember Chris on what would have been his 79th birthday today. The only other photo I seem to have taken was in January this year, when Chris’s Tree bent but did not break in the gale.