The high winds on Sunday night blew down the lovely old tree that gave the shop terrace shade. This tree had been there as long as we can remember and had rich red blossom in May, in fact I can remember arguing with Tom one winter about the colour of the blossom as I had remembered it as white.
He put me right in no uncertain way clearly regarding me as a foolish incomer with no idea about the countryside. I think he would have been sad too and would, no doubt, have had a good story to tell about it.
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