This cherry tree was a sapling when Alan Garner found Toad Hall in 1957. Every year since, its blossom has been a glorious affirmation of spring, but last year one branch was less glorious than the other and we feared that it might have died. We had to wait until the tree blossomed this year to be certain. There was no doubt about it. One branch was dangerously dead. It had to be felled.
The tree surgeons worked with skill and balletic grace ...
... bringing down the branch safely …
... leaving a neat pile of cherry wood.
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