**To be clear, no criticism is intended in this post**
I have taken an early Janathon walk through the wind and (very light) rain, at a decently brisk pace, including a proper hill. In fact I am nearly a proper Janathoner today.
My route brought me back through the churchyard to where I am staying (no, not in the churchyard!) and there I got a slight shock. I’ve come to know it well over the past five years, shady in the summer, downright gloomy in the winter, up through the avenue of trees planted by William Gladstone in 1904, according to the bench at the top. Today I walked up between two rows of stumps. All trees gone.
Now, I know that trees have a finite lifespan, that the churchyard will be easier to manage now, that the view across to the bay is beautiful, that tree management involved tough decisions, and I will get used to it. But this morning, a little bit of me is in mourning for trees departed.
Rector’s rating: 3/10 I know I’ll learn to love the new look, but I am sad now.