The obituary notice of Patrick Ashton LAUDAT

Hello✨💒 🫶🏽Dad🫶🏽💒✨. Like me you would be very sad about that lovely 160yr old tree (a copper Beech tree) being brought down by the storm as it was suffering from an attack of Meripilus Giganteus (an oft deadly fungi more commonly known as the Giant Polypore). It is airborne and more likely than not entered that beautiful tree through root wounds; it’s likely that such roots were wounded when adjoining the tree (the tree was there first for many decades) a low wall with deep foundations was constructed interspersing amidst the roots and thus it sadly compromised the structural integrity of said roots.
Such an absolutely beautiful tempested tree - heartbreaking to see it go😭.

Love You💙, Love You💙, Love You💙 Dad🫶🏽☄️🕊️🦅💒✨♾️xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

For My Brain Damaged-Dad - “Since You Were Gone..” At The Time..

A TRAGEDY

Arthur Conan Doyle

Who’s that walking on the moorland?
Who’s that moving on the hill?
They are passing ‘mid the bracken,
But the shadows grow and blacken
And I cannot see them clearly on the hill.

Who’s that calling on the moorland?
Who’s that crying on the hill?
Was it bird or was it human,
Was it child, or man, or woman,
Who was calling so sadly on the hill?

Who’s that running on the moorland?
Who’s that flying on the hill?
He is there - and there again,
But you cannot see him plain,
For the shadow lies so darkly on the hill.

What’s that lying in the heather?
What’s that lurking on the hill?
My horse will go no nearer,
And I cannot see it clearer,
But there’s something that is lying on the hill.