Recently I heard about the oldest tree in the forest near where we live. It’s an oak and it’s humbly hidden between the other trees, but rather exceptionally standing in the exact middle of a tiny little island. The ‘island’ is encircled by a shallow brooklet which is usually dry in summer so you can easily pass without getting wet or even muddy. A good friend showed me the way and together we went there to have a telepathic interview with the big oak.
Who can spot the two