Oaks, those trees most considered British by so many, have built warships, cargo vessels, churches, schools, cottages, furniture, coastal defences, and so much more. Here, in a grove under May sunshine, they grow slowly, harbouring many different lifeforms, giving shade, and providing a beautiful location for a gentle stroll.

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I’m offline till 19^th May, so can’t respond to comments, likes, follows, or questions. But please interact and I’ll do my best to catch up with everything on my return. Also, this month will see the last of the daily pictures. But I’ll post a picture of natural beauty once a week. Reason below.

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These daily posts are placed here to encourage joy and respect for the natural world, and to inspire love of a planet that’s a marvel of unlikely coincidences.
If you want to spread joy in our wonderful planet and encourage respect and responsibility for it, please share these posts on social media (‘share’ buttons below make it easy), comment with your thoughts, and help sustain our environment for the future. Thank you. After all, Earth is our only home.
I will be ending this series at the end of May, as it’s somewhat overtaken a website I set up to talk about books and writing, and this has taken a back seat for some time. I started this series of daily posts at the start of the Covid pandemic when many people were confined to their homes, unable to get out and enjoy nature. Now it’s time for me to return to my writing, which also tends to encourage a love of nature, even when the stories may be set in an alien or a future environment.

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